Despite the dysfunction of the tooth’s current state, I dread the thought of the digging and grinding and drilling. I do not particularly enjoy dental discomfort, especially as I have extremely “nervy” teeth and blow through novocain before every procedure is ever complete. My dentist always knows when the numbness has worn off, as my eyes exponentially expand at the horror of newly found nerve pain. I then have to make a decision as to whether to tough it out for a few more minutes, or take the booster shot and have partial paralysis on one side of my face for several more hours. Neither option is appealing, and by this point, I am ready to run for the hills. I always get through it and leave with a smile on my face (though sometimes a crooked one), regardless of the agony that I have endured.
Again this morning I found my thoughts wandering as I woke, only to discover that a lesson was lingering in all of this. I sit in my brokenness and dread the process of healing. I don’t like digging or prying to proceed in painful places, and I certainly do not desire to have raw nerves exposed. However, in my current state, I am not fully functional. If I allow the rotten, infectious spots to remain, the pain will persist and ultimately will spread to other spaces. It is only in going through the painful healing process that I am restored and renewed. Places previously off limits, become new-found gifts that are waiting to be utilized.
© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present