This is St. Fiacre. He is the patron saint of gardeners. I wish I knew who the patron saint of dentists was. I would make a shrine for that saint, too.I'm thinking about dentists today because I have an abscessed tooth - maybe. I woke up in lots of pain on Saturday and phoned my dentist. His wife phoned me back and said he or she would get back to me. A few hours later, I checked my voice mail and got a message from the wife saying that her husband was very angry at me and that I could go to another dentist if I wished or wait until Monday to contact their office to see if they could fit me in. She also said that this is what happens when you don't come in on a regular basis. My dentist may not have great people skills but he has done thousands of dollars of excellent work on my teeth. The area I live in is blest with an overabundance of other excellent dentists but I have such a hatred of all dentists or should I say fear that it doesn't really matter who I go to because, to me, they are all the same. Needles, drills, hands in the mouth, poking, probing, causing pain to lessen pain - YUCK!! My current dentist can not comprehend that it takes me a year to get over the horror of sitting in the dental chair. To me, it is like some kind of medieval torture.
I will phone the office tomorrow to try to schedule an appointment and pray that peace and love fill my heart and likewise for everyone in that office. My prayers for anyone else in the same situation as me.
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