If you know me, you expect me to draw some lesson or ponderings from my root canal experience last week, some correlation with my faith. But, of course! Far be it for me to disappoint.
The whole reason for my root canal was a dead tooth with an abscessed root. That is just plain nasty. Infection set in and caused pain so I finally took action. There was definitely a problem that needed fixing or I would keep hurting and possibly even face more serious problems.
I went to an expert, a man who’s gone to years of schooling and obviously had lots of practice already performing this endodontic feat of fantastic-ness. He was quick, confident, and kind and I felt I could trust him right away. He knew what he was talking about and what he was doing.
His assistant was just as sharp, right there with every tool he needed at the right time. They worked together like clockwork, in tandem, to finish the job for me and get me all fixed up.
There were a few foibles, like one time the assistant accidentally dropped a tool and they had to get a clean one. Then a particular tool kept malfunctioning and causing him to have to repeat small steps until he got a replacement that worked properly.
I was wishing I could watch the whole procedure from their point of view, Continue reading
Along the Narrow Path 