Do you pray in the dentist's chair?

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28 March 2007. In at 10 AM, out at Noon. One new filling put in, and deep cleaning. Got in the BSP & CFP morning prayers, plus the Legion of Mary Prayers, the Dominican Rosary (Glorious Mysteries) and the first 3 decades of the Franciscan Crown. 👍

Of course evryone prays when in the dentist’s chair, but might as well get as much milage out of the situation as you can:rolleyes:
 
Not only in the dentist’s chair …

A few years ago I had to get an MRI (in a “closed” MRI machine). I tend to get claustrophobic in closed-in spaces, so I brought with me a CD of Gregorian chant (they told me to bring along some music I like) and a rosary (wooden beads on string with no metal parts). I got through the half-hour procedure with no panic attacks. I don’t think I could have done it without prayer.
 
Not really, unless I really knew it were to be nasty, but this is because I have a high tolerance of pain (I’m clumsy and unfit, but I can take some), especially in my teeth. I vaguely recall a young female dentist asking if I felt anything and my replying that it depended on what she meant. 😃

I’ve prayed before crossing the door of an examiner’s office, or any office when about to deal with a serious matter. A dentist chair would surely not be less warranted than that. 😉 I’ve even prayed before phoning a girl, so. 😃

Besides, I think praying is great for turning attention away from pain and it can make the person stronger to deal with it.
 
my old dentist used to encourage us to bring a favorite CD, I always chose taize chant. I will have to remind my new dentist when I go to have my teeth cleaned next week.
 
On occasion I have dozed off in the dentists chair, while he did fillings.
 
Of course I pray in difficult situations, but being a doctor’s kid doctors and dentists don’t normally faze me. I might pray if I have a long wait in the office though.

Most often I distract myself by looking at all the interesting gadgets and gizmos and trying to figure out exactly what the dentist is doing inside my mouth - which tooth he’s working on at any given time.
 
Ohhhh dentsit… needles…

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Oh yes when I next see my Dentist there will offering up… There will be prayer and lots of it!

:signofcross: :gopray: :gopray2: :highprayer:
 
Not only in the dentist’s chair …

A few years ago I had to get an MRI (in a “closed” MRI machine). I tend to get claustrophobic in closed-in spaces, so I brought with me a CD of Gregorian chant (they told me to bring along some music I like) and a rosary (wooden beads on string with no metal parts). I got through the half-hour procedure with no panic attacks. I don’t think I could have done it without prayer.
Not in the dentist chair - oddly enough I really enjoy my dentist visits. But the MRI? Oh yeah. I had one a few months ago and just getting locked inside that machine brought on such anxiety that I usually do not feel.

The Rosary was the only thing I could think to free me of anxiety.

Inside the MRI -making those banging noises is one scary place to be. I was not alone - Praise God.
 
Dentists. (violent shudder)

This may be difficult for those under the age of 40 to understand, but my loathing of dentists stems from my very first experience in a dentist’s chair, in 1965, when I was but a wee lad.

There were several factors at play with that visit. For one, the relatively primitive state of dentistry at the time; for another, the fact that in those days, they did not allow parents into the examination room with you—you sat in the chair all alone. Not the least, however, was the fact that the dentist in question (a Dr. Bradford, whom I will never forget if I live to be 300 years old) was a sadistic bastard who might very well have been an escaped Nazi.

I was scared to death, to begin with; I was four years old, in a strange place, I didn’t know what was going on, and I was not allowed to be with my mother. I remember I sat there in the chair, all alone in the examination room, with tears slowly running down my cheeks and going plop on the paper bib they’d put on me. The dentist, bless his compassionate soul, came in for something, looked at me and said, “Stop that! We don’t like boys who cry in here—we throw them out!” He picked up whatever he’d come in for and walked out.

This terrified me even worse, because I had seen a door on the far side of the examination room, which I presumed led to the alley; I sat there thinking to myself, “If they throw me out, how will anybody ever find me? How will I ever get home?” It had the desired effect, however, because I did stop crying.

The other thing that I remember about this visit was that in order to do what he had to do (which, if I recall correctly, was to pull a tooth), the dentist had to put a clamp in my mouth to keep my jaws open. He insterted this thing, and in the process pinched my upper lip between the clamp and my upper teeth. It wasn’t painful, but it was very uncomfortable. I kept pulling my facial muscles, trying to work my upper lip loose. The dentist noticed this, and laughed. He laughed, and then he said, “Pinching your lip, huh?”, and laughed again. Then, he reached up and tightened it another notch.

That dirty jerk. I will never, never, never forget that guy. I have had problems with dentists all my life thanks to him.

Lord, forgive me. I know it’s not Christlike.
 
Not only in the dentist’s chair …

A few years ago I had to get an MRI (in a “closed” MRI machine). I tend to get claustrophobic in closed-in spaces, so I brought with me a CD of Gregorian chant (they told me to bring along some music I like) and a rosary (wooden beads on string with no metal parts). I got through the half-hour procedure with no panic attacks. I don’t think I could have done it without prayer.
I had a complete MRI of my brain and spine on Tuesday (one and a half hours of lying perfectly still, and in some sequences I couldn’t even swallow!), it wasn’t that bad actually, I even fell asleep a couple of times. I prayed, thought about where to go for dinner that night, and about an upcoming trip we are taking. I thought listening to the sounds of the machine was fascinating, but I’m not claustrophobic at all, and medical stuff doesn’t faze me much.

~Liza
 
Ohhhh dentsit… needles…
I hate needles at the dentist’s. I sometimes tell them I hate the needles and don’t want them at all, along with the anaesthetic they inject. It’s just more painful to me than whatever they’re going to do with my teeth short of extraction or cutting the gums or what-you-call-it. I actually wanted them to cut my gums without anaesthetics, I so hate the needles. But they refused. Which was probably a good idea. But I hate the needles.
 
I hate needles at the dentist’s. I sometimes tell them I hate the needles and don’t want them at all, along with the anaesthetic they inject. It’s just more painful to me than whatever they’re going to do with my teeth short of extraction or cutting the gums or what-you-call-it. I actually wanted them to cut my gums without anaesthetics, I so hate the needles. But they refused. Which was probably a good idea. But I hate the needles.
Was nitrous oxide not an option at dentist? Not at mine either…
 
In the dentist’s chair, in the MRI machine, waiting for the dr., after the dr. leaves (usually I’m praying for him because I want to kill him–you know the whole pray for your enemy things)

It was in the dentists chair I think I came closest to imaging the pain of the crucifixtion. He was doing some procedure to expose a tooth at the top of my mouth and the novacane or something wasn’t working and blood was gushing everywhere–or so it seemed. YIKES–extremely painful. I thought I was going to pass out.

Yep, I’ve said the rosary numerous times in the MRI machine, too. The last time it was taking forever. Finally after about 45 minutes (during which I was praying the rosary) the radiologist tech came in and annouced that had to start all over because the “computer” didn’t save the images on the machine. That was the day I was stuck in the MRI TWO hours. I’ve had 9 MRIs.
 
Hmmm… I can’t say that I remember ever praying while in the chair. But I am certain about one thing, however. Reading this thread is making my teeth hurt!
:bigyikes:
 
Hmmm… I can’t say that I remember ever praying while in the chair. But I am certain about one thing, however. Reading this thread is making my teeth hurt!
:bigyikes:
Just start singing “The Yanks are coming”:rolleyes:
 
I pray the rosary–sorrowful mysteries.

I get annoyed when the dentist asks, “how are you doing?” because it breaks my rhythm.
 
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