Laying there in the dentists office mouth ajar and filled with tools, I found myself wondering why men don’t sexualize dentists. I certainly don’t. In truth the idea of it is strange to me. On TV and other media you see nurses and doctors portrayed as sex objects, but dentists avoid that spotlight. As a result when she lowered the tool into my mouth for the fifth time all I thought was, “please don’t stab me with that thing.”
I thought a few other things too. I thought about how cold it was and how my right arm was losing circulation in this awkward position. I thought about my high blood pressure. I wondered if it is more than just HPB and perhaps has already developed into heart disease. I was thankful that numbness spreading through my right arm wasn’t my left arm, because that is the scary arm… isn’t it?
The dentist brings me closer to my own mortality. It was there I first discovered the high blood pressure. Aftwerwards I tried to deny it. I raced from Walmart to Frys to another Walmart and so on testing the readings and trying to make excuses for the numbers. Then I went holistic with garlic and coq10 to lower it. I ate a ton of bananas. I didn’t exercise all that much, and that is because I am lazy. It is one of the things I need to work on.
Taking care of my teeth is another.
The blood pressure has gone down some, thanks to a cocktail of prescription and holistic meds. It is not where it needs to be and I think there is more trouble at the source. I need to find a way back to being healthy and mindful as opposed to being terrified whenever anyone in medical garb comes near me.
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