I took my mom to the dentist 2 weeks ago. Her back right tooth had fallen out when she bit into some peanut brittle my dad had brought home last summer. The dentist I took her to said that they'd have to go in and do an extraction on the piece of that back tooth that is still in her gums, so he gave her a referral to a dental surgeon. Last weekend at church, they were praying for my mom and her surgery which the referred dentist said she would have to have done this past Tuesday. She was terrified of what kind of pain she was going to be in and if they were going to use anesthesia at all. We got up Tuesday morning and went to the dental surgeon's office and all they did was another consultation. She came out of the surgeon's office and I said, "Wow, that was fast," and she said they are going to wait to do the surgery, so "at least I'm not in any pain..." *LOL* She won't have to have the surgery til next month. I told her, "Girl, when you get to church this Sunday, you better thank em because that was some heavy-duty praying they did!"
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