"Thank you for your patience, Katelynn." The dental nurse smiled at me as she finished her procedure, removing the swabs from my mouth and unhooking her plethora of tools. For about a half hour, I'd been laying back under a cultured light, orange protective glasses keeping any unwanted specks or rays from my eyes. The procedure itself wasn't painful or anything, but man did my jaw ache from staying open for so long, as tool after tool went in to place some protective sealants on my molars. I smiled at my nurse and told her it wasn't a problem at all, just glad for the work to be done. You would never think that being able to close your mouth and feel your own spit would be such a luxury! ...gross? Okay, we can move on. I felt strange, though, walking around corner after corner to exit the place. Patience? The visit itself was pretty routine, not a huge feat of bravery or strength in the slightest. All I had to do was lay down, open up, and let them work the
The great thing about stories is that we all have one to tell, and each one presents something a little special. I hope that sharing mine can encourage, offer reflection, or maybe simply pass the time. I hope you enjoy the tales that God has placed upon my heart to tell.