heaven in the dentist's chair.

Going to the dentist is usually the complete opposite of heaven.  I detest it.  I hate it.  It's my least favorite thing in the world.

 I never thought I'd say it, but last week, I found heaven at the dentist. 

After 36 hours of intense, awful, incredibly excruciating pain in one of my upper teeth, we finally got into the dentist last Thursday.  Dr. Wiest and his incredible staff got me in ASAP once I bawled over the phone and told them how much pain I was in.  They even blocked out the rest of the afternoon to make sure that when I got to the office they would focus on just fixing me.

I walked through the door and was immediately ushered to a room where the nicest hygienists (like always) were waiting to take care of me.  They numbed me up to prep for the novocaine and then Dr. Wiest was right there with his big ol' needle (which I usually cringe at) coming at me.  Instead of wiggling it around and making sure I was comfortable with the shot, he jammed it in my gums to get it working as fast as possible.  I might have cried out as the needle went deep into my gums.  And that might have been right when Tyler walked in to check on me as he arrived coming straight from work.

Poor guy.  

After four blissfully wonderful shots and Nitrus gas over my nose, my body went from a state of the highest excruciating pain I've ever experienced to a state of exhausted peace and calmness.  

And in that moment, as Shrek 2 started playing on the T.V. over my head and the calming voice of Catherine a.k.a. "The Best Hygienist in the World" sent me to my happy place, I felt as if I was truly in heaven.

After draining a tooth that had been building infection for over a year, and getting through half of Shrek 2, I gave Dr. Wiest a hug.  He jokingly said that's the first hug he's ever received from a member of our family.  He usually expects a punch in the face from us.  

He handed me my antibiotic prescription, an appointment for a root canal in a couple of weeks, and I headed home with half of my face nice and numb.  T drove us home and I collapsed on the couch while he ran for the antibiotics.

To have all of that pressure relieved and my drugs in hand was the best feeling in the world at that moment.

The rest of the weekend was spent relaxing at the Toad and Brain's cabin (technically it's Misty's too) while they worked and I read a book on the deck.

And so, for posterity sake, pictures of the weekend.

 {Brain and T working on the stairs}

 {T and one of the numerous massive rocks he dug up while prepping the stairs}

{Toad and Brain}

{One of the numerous lizards at the cabin.  Bob or Fred, maybe?}

And we even made it up to Papa Kris' birthday bash on Sunday and had the yummiest slow cooked ribs we've ever tasted along with Mama Becky's yummy salads..  The Kussee's know how to cook dang good food.

A makeupless and gloriously drugged up weekend.  I even got through my Relief Society lesson somewhat coherent on Sunday.  

Oh the tender mercies of a loving Heavenly Father!