I realize that while I pray about many things, I seldom pray about my own needs–especially my pain.
I was wronged. I was taken for granted. My objections, fears, and questions were voiced; they were heard and disregarded. I felt insignificant, powerless, and defeated.
Four needle sticks, 1 small bruise and 1 large hematoma later and no one was able to get more than a drop of blood out of me.
Dentists must be doing a land office business this week. The first two blogs I read this morning when I got back from the dentist’s office dealt with trips to the dentist.