A Trip to the Dentist.

I dread going to the dentist.  Not because of the potential unveiling of poor oral hygiene (I'm a religious flosser =) but have you ever thought what a compromising position you lay in as you sit in the dentist's chair?  Not to mention that your mouth is hanging wide open and you're subjected to the prodding of little machinery.  And most inevitably, drool happens.

Such was my visit today.  I had a new dentist, though it's the same office that I've gone to since high school.  As I entered I shot a quick glance at the dentist--and my uncomfortableness increased as I noted that he was a Chinese male, probably around my age.  Just great.  Don't make eye contact, Sherise, just sit in the chair.  Now that I've reached the age where your peers are able to work on you (much less that of the opposite sex), it's just plain 'ol wierd to have this guy leaning over you and telling you that you have tartar buildup.  At least he didn't try to make conversation while cleaning my teeth--I mean that's the worst--when you have to sort of garble out an answer while someone's poking around in your mouth.

It was hard to take him seriously after I sat up and he started to explain his recommendations for correcting this tooth defect that I've had for years.  Then somehow my impending time in the motherland came up and the conversation started to pick up.  He chimed in that he also thought of going overseas, because the potential for performing dental work is quite lucrative, given that there is no insurance to deal with and cash is used.  Great, buddy, but I have an entirely different motivation.  I sort of mumbled my way out of the conversation and left the office.

It's interesting to note how God is at work in this decision of mine.  Responses to me going for a two year term have run the gamut--my former coworker basically chewed me out for my decision, then gave me a hug as she confessed that she would miss me.  I found out that my poh poh and yi mah were in tears (privately, of course).  Still others are excited, wanting to know more, and have offered their support and prayers.  And I already told you about my uncle.

I still have some key people to tell, like my boss.  Yikes, how is that all going to pan out?  I still ask God what He wants of me during the remainder of my time here. 

He will surely reveal.