Dear loved ones,
I just got home from the dentist’s office where I had two new filings put in to replace the old filings. Cavities had started underneath the original ones. OMG. It was a terrible procedure, and not just because I get nervous of the needles and the pain, but keeping my mouth open for the hour and 40-minute appointment is torture on my jaws. I opted to have laughing gas to alleviate some of the discomfort.
I love laughing gas. My dentist started out with a very low dose and I kept raising my thumb in the air for her to up it. I thumbed to the highest amount she could administer and it still wasn’t quite enough to take me out of there completely. I could still hear the tv droning on about a rise in covid numbers, but also, they had made a mistake and these numbers weren’t accurate. I wondered why are they announcing fake numbers if they know they are wrong. Do they really want to panic the public? I think that is the name of the game.
Also, my dentist kept asking me if I was okay, and that brought me back again slammed into that chair with an intense pain in my right jaw, a plastic damm in my mouth, wedges, drills, needles, etc. etc. Tears were running from both my eyes and I could feel them so she must have seen them too being right up close and peering into the open cavern which was my mouth.
In an altered state of consciousness, I found myself sitting in the passenger’s seat of divine masculine’s Range Rover, he had just picked me up from the train station.
I asked him if this was real and were we really together sitting in the front seat of his vehicle. His hand went up and under my dress and he gave me a squeeze on my mound of Venus. Does this feel real enough? I jumped in the dentist’s chair, and again she asks if I am still okay.
Catch me Divine Masculine because I am free falling. Baby please do not let me fall. Stop it Summerhill, I am right here and you are not falling. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Just relax and breathe in.
Baby I have missed you so very much and do I have to go to the dentist just to have a real visit with you? Somehow this made me want to laugh, but I couldn’t because of all of the paraphernalia in my mouth.
We are always together, so why are you missing me? Stop it right now Summerhill. Haven’t you figured this out yet?
The laughing gas was shut off now and DM was getting smaller and smaller as I was pulled back into my seat. I could hear him saying, “have an ice cream cone when you get home with two scoops, one scoop maple walnut for you, as I know this is your favourite, and one scoop of Pistachio for me. I don’t usually like ice cream but that flavour sounds interesting. Kissing you baby”.
And he was gone, as the breathing tube was removed from my nose along with the wedges that were keeping my mouth open. It took a little while to bring my lips together because my jaws were locked.
When I arrived home, the ice-cream store/bakery next door had a lineup, so opted to have my ice-cream treat in a little while. Also, the right side of my mouth was frozen still and I could hardly put my lips together, so it is best just to wait.
Thank you loved ones for coming with me on my exciting trip to the dentist. I have another appointment on February 3, 2021 but for this one I won’t need the laughing gas. Oh darn! I love you. Hugs and Kisses, Summerhill Lane xoxo