Allow Me To Tell You A Tale Or Three



Today’s post is inspired by yet another prompt from 365 Days Of Writing Prompts.

Weaving The Threads

Draft a post with three parts, each unrelated to the other, but create a common thread between them by including the same item — an object, a symbol, a place — in each part.


Meghan left the comfort of her recliner chair by the window and crossed the room to deposit the book she had been reading onto the deep mahogany bookshelf.

It slid right back into the spot she had taken it from; books on either side of it standing watch over the space until it was once more where it should be.

Meg, as her friends referred to her, was desperate  to discover what the meaning was behind the symbol on the large picture she had bought for her living room wall.

She loved the colors and the feeling of peace that the picture conveyed to her. As soon as she saw it at the art dealers she knew she had to have it.


The message across the bottom was like an affirmation for her and the orange, yellow and brown hues seemed to brighten the room and give it some life.

The couch and two tub chairs were covered in a barely there beige colored fabric. The contrast to the mahogany bookcase was pleasant enough.

The floor covered as it was, in a slightly darker shade of beige low pile, industrial carpet did not add much in the way of personality to the room.

The painting she had acquired, however, had just the right amount of punch to draw your attention to it and hold you mesmerized for the longest time.

Meg was pleased with having finally found a focal point for the rather dreary nondescript room.

The artwork puzzled her and something nagged at the back of her mind that she should know what that symbol was.

When the reference books she had looked through failed to put her mind at ease as to what that symbol was and what it meant her attention was drawn to the internet.

Books are old school technology, really, who bothers reading books anymore? she thought as she switched on her All In One desktop computer.

Shaking her head; she reminded herself that she had just been reading a book, hadn’t she?

Finally, her login screen appeared and after typing in her password she settled into the chair to do some intense searching.

The very first website in her crosshairs was, of course, Google. Into the search box, the keys tapped out the words Egyptian symbols.

The Egyptian pyramids in the background gave her more hints to include for her search. In a flash, Google filled the page with results.

She moved the cursor up to the right and clicked on the Images tab. The page was then flooded with images of the very symbol she was looking for.

With a quick click on an image almost identical to the symbol in her artwork she followed the link through to the website where the image lived and where Google had found it.

There she found out that the symbol is called an ANKH and ancient Egyptians did indeed equate it with eternal life.

A huge smile broke over her face as she continued reading the entire page.

Knowledge is power, after all. With a contented sigh, Meg pushed the chair back from the computer desk and stared across the room at the pyramids and ankh – mystery solved.



The huge museum that was located in the center of the city was hosting an Egyptian exhibit for the month of November.

Come visit our King Tut Exhibit November 1st posters declared all over the city.

Artifacts and treasured pieces that were loaned out by other museums had arrived by the end of October and staff had carefully moved them into position for opening time on November 1st.

The displays were filled with King Tut’s sarcophagus, of course, amid other chunks of stone bearing hieroglyphs placed on platforms behind velvet ropes to keep the public’s hands off.

There were Coptic jars and  all manner of items with ankh symbols engraved in or on them. A figurine of an ankh stood proudly beside a carving of the Eye Of Horus.

By far the biggest draw would be the sealed clear glass container tethered by a strong chain to the display table. Inside it lay the mummified lower arm and hand of a servant to King Tut.

As you passed by the display table while staying behind the red velvet rope a museum employee would allow you to briefly hold the container to feel the tremendous weight of the servant’s arm and hand.

This memory would travel through life with all who took up the offer to hold it for the time allotted.

It was a rare once in a lifetime opportunity that would inspire some to consider becoming an archaeologist in the future.

The gift and souvenir shop located just before the exit doors featured a choice of items decorated with ankh symbols designed to commemorate this very special exhibit.



Guards stood at attention at the main doors. They weren’t dressed as guards since this was a clandestine meeting place for the very exclusive, very private club known only as ANKH.

You had to be special indeed to be a member and gain entry to the well-appointed interior rooms behind the massive dark oak doors.

Despite their size, the doors could be moved with little effort and the guards were constantly ready to swing into action to defend the club at a moment’s notice.

Training provided all the skills necessary to be efficient when executing your duties as a guard. There were no witnesses; if you dared to challenge a guard you had better have your affairs in order.

Membership required a tattoo; a specific tattoo, an ankh, because it was the insignia of the club. Once you were inducted into the club you were taken to the back room and permanently marked with the ankh.

A tattoo was chosen because a pin or ring could be lost; could be misappropriated by someone without membership status.

The tattoo was done in secret using inks that were not available anywhere else. The mark was to be placed at the back of the neck. It was easier to hide under long hair or high collars.


The style of the ankh was slightly different depending on who wielded the tattoo gun but the placement was exactly the same.

Once you were in the club there was no getting out. Meetings were held regularly in secret. Please don’t ask what the meetings were pertaining to as I am not allowed to tell you.

What? No, you may not see the back of my neck. Why would you ask me that?

I know my favorite symbol is the ankh; the same is true for a lot of people so that doesn’t mean anything.

Okay, I need to leave now because this conversation is taking a turn into a questionable territory and you need to ask yourself one question.

Which is more important to me; the answers to all my questions or my life?


The above three parts are all unrelated to one another and yet the common thread through all of them is the symbol of the ankh.

Here is the information on the ankh symbol that can be found on Wikipedia:

The ankh (/ˈæŋk/ or /ˈɑːŋk/; Egyptian ꜥnḫ), also known as crux ansata (the Latin for “cross with a handle”) is an ancient Egyptian hieroglyphic ideograph with the meaning “life”.

The Egyptian gods are often portrayed carrying it by its loop, or bearing one in each hand, arms crossed over their chest. The ankh appears in hand or in proximity of almost every deity in the Egyptian pantheon (including Pharaohs).

The ankh symbol was so prevalent that it has been found in digs as far as Mesopotamia and Persia, and even on the seal of the biblical king Hezekiah.[1]

The symbol became popular in New Age mysticism in the 1960s.

Thanks for stopping by my blog to read my post today. 🙂 Wishing you a wonderful day/night.








Can I Just Curl Up Somewhere And Die Now Please?


Hi, everyone! Today’s post is all about sleep or rather the lack of it. So, this happened last night and into the wee hours of this morning. I thought I would share it with you in a post.

After dinner last night I had the worst stomach ache. It was a doozy; I have not felt pain like that in a long, long time. There was no reason for it either; I did not overeat and what I ate my husband ate and he did not feel ill.


For some reason, my stomach was bloated and rock hard. If you have ever experienced that you know how much that hurts and there is nothing to be done, that I have found in any case, but wait it out.

I did not even have one of these.


I used to have a really good quality one but somehow it got left behind during a move I made years ago. Sadly, I have never thought to replace it; until now.

I attempted to lay down for the night at around 10:30 p.m. After tossing and turning for a little over an hour; I could not find a comfortable position to sleep in plus the pain would not let me sleep anyway.

Around 11:45 p.m. I got out of bed and crept to the living room so I would not wake my husband. I turn the tri-light lamp on in the corner propped myself up with pillows and covered my lower half with an olive green microfiber blanket to stay warm.


There I sat with my 747-page book reading trying to take my mind off the pain. I found that if I did not move much the pain would subside a little.

I sat like this for hours. I made it through close to 100 pages. Thankfully it is a riveting page-turner of a book.

Around 3:30 a.m. I decided to take a hot shower to see if the heat would help my stomach muscles relax a little. It is at times like this I miss my bathtub.

Did you know you could mimic the effects of a hot water bottle by laying down surrounded by hot water? That was my go-to remedy when I needed a hot water bottle and didn’t have one.

Ever since moving out here to the country all we have access to is a shower. The hot water did help a little but I was getting really tired and did not want to stand in the shower for too long.

There is a seat molded into our shower unit but no matter how I adjusted the shower head I could not get it to reach the right place.

After toweling off and getting dressed in my PJs again I returned to my previous position in the living room.

Just as I got back into a semi-comfortable spot I remembered that peppermint tea is good for digestive issues.

So, off to the kitchen I went in search of my variety tea stash. I have a tub of a variety of single wrapped and boxes of herbal teas.

I remembered the bright green foil packets that contained my peppermint tea bags.


It was such a eureka moment when I was able to pull that plastic tub out of one of my upper cupboards and spotted the green foil.

Yes! I was in luck I still had almost a dozen peppermint tea bags left. With a quick boil of my cordless kettle, I soon had a peppermint tea bag steeping in a cup; which I carried back into the living room.

Setting the tea mug down on the side table by the couch I once more nestled myself into the pillows and blanket setup I had figured out previously.

I picked up my book again and when the tea had steeped until it turned the water a beautiful deep green I began sipping intermittently.


My poor stomach; I did not want to add more to it but regarded the tea as a medicine that must be drunk if I were to even hope to feel better.

Eventually, the mug was emptied and I had read another 5o or so pages when I noticed that my stomach was not hurting as badly.


Did I dare to attempt laying down and chance the pain returning? With my eyes beginning to burn and a headache threatening to start I decided to chance it.

I returned my mug to the kitchen not even bothering to remove the spent tea bag before placing it on the counter.

I glanced at the time displayed on my microwave oven before leaving the kitchen and did a double take. Could it seriously be 5:30 a.m. already?

Indeed it was, no wonder my eyes were burning. Shutting the light off in the living room on my way through to the bedroom I found my way to my side of the bed in the pitch black.

This was a familiar route since I made on average one to two trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night every night to pee.

My husband never woke up as I slid under the covers and settled into a comfortable pose on my left side. I had been told by a nurse once that laying on your left side is better for you.

I have no idea why that is so but with this memory I just landed in bed on my left side. Closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing ended up sweeping me off to dreamland. Finally!

My husband woke me with a fresh pot of tea, as is his custom, at 8:30 a.m. so we could get on with our day and head over to clean the church.

Ugh, three hours of sleep and now I had to scrub the toilet, clean the vanity, Windex the mirror and empty the trash.

I have not had a nap yet and am still plowing through the day. The time now is 3:31 p.m. and here I sit at my computer writing a blog post. :0

Well, I shall end this post here and go start making dinner. I believe an early dinner and an early bedtime are in order today. Thank you very much for popping by to read my post today.

If you have stuck with me this far into the post; you have my undying gratitude because that means I have not written all this in vain.







Reasons To Say No Thank You To Negativity

Today’s post is inspired by another prompt from 365 Days Of Writing Prompts

Third from the top – Head to your favorite blog. Scroll down to the third post in the list.Take the third sentence in the post, and work it into a new post of your own.


I have chosen one of my favorite bloggers BeautyBeyondBones for this assignment. The third post in her list, at the time of this writing, is titled

 7 Things I Learned This Election Season   <—and you can find it here. Please go check her blog out I enjoy her posts which are written with heart and spirit.

When I work the third sentence into this post I will put it in bold type so you’ll know.

Have you noticed a lot more people are negative now more than in the past? Sure, there are people that are upbeat and cheery but I find I am running into more grumpy naysayers in my day to day life.

It starts way back in childhood when our parents veto what we want to do. It is their job to impose limits and boundaries for us. Children need to know where these limits are in order to feel secure.

I mention it only because this is the first place we meet up with a firm “No” and are crestfallen to discover that we are not free to do whatever we want.

After this first harsh lesson at home with our parents, we are subjected to negativity from classmates in the schoolyard.

No, you can’t play hopscotch with us, no we don’t want you on the team; heartbreaking messages when you are young.

Rejection is hard to take at any age but seems to cut deeper when we are young and haven’t been toughened up by life yet.

There are a lot of negative emotions as you can see in the graphic below.


I personally do not see the need for nor the validity of such emotions…I mean really; what purpose does negativity serve?

We feel bad and if we are already spiraling downward into depression this certainly doesn’t help.

In fact, negativity at that stage could push us into doing something rather permanent due to a temporary feeling.

After dealing with negative people and negative feelings for a lot of years (almost 55 years as a matter of fact) I am more than ready to declare something.

I can’t take the negativity any longer!

When people get in a bad mood because of life stresses or something is not going the way they had hoped it can be quite easy to lash out at those around them.

Often the targets of these temper tantrums are the very people who care for and are trying to help them.

In their negative mindset quick tempers and biting words are the chosen response to helpful suggestions.

I am not saying that I never get in a bad mood or a negative frame of mind but I am cognizant of those around me and would rather keep to myself than lash out.

To put it bluntly, I can not stand the negativity in myself any longer either.

Stressors abound in our world today; unemployment, rising prices on everything, relationships get stressed and the news on T.V. is rarely the good kind anymore.

Traffic is jammed on the commute to and from your job if you are lucky enough to have one, or to and from stores or appointments.


All of this adds up to the world full of people who find themselves in a negative spin. Everyone seems to be angry, frustrated and snappy these days.

Our court system bears witness to our society that would rather sue than talk rationally when there is a problem.

Everywhere we look there are negative attitudes, negative consequences and the government enacting laws that tell us we can’t do this or that.

Sometimes all this negativity makes me want to hole up in my house and live in isolation as much as possible unless I need to go out for food.

Since moving out to the country I can tell you our trips into the city where we used to live stresses me out. The distance doesn’t bother me so much as the crowds in the stores.

People can be rude, inconsiderate and downright angry over the smallest things and I find I am more aware of it now that I live out in the country than when I lived right there in the city.

I believe it is because I am no longer immersed in and desensitized to it, after living in peace and quiet, that it is more apparent to me now.

Do you find there is more negativity around you lately? How do you deal with it? Please let me know in the comment section.

Thanks for visiting my blog once again to read my thoughts today. I do appreciate you stopping by. Have a wonderful day/night and I will be talking to you again. =)







A Plot Of Land On Which To Build My Dreams

Today’s post is thanks to inspiration from 365 Days Of Writing Prompts

A plot of earth You’re given a plot of land and have the financial resources to do what you please. What’s the plan?


Apparently, I have been given a plot of land to do with as I please. It is a massive plot of earth, indeed. It is mind blowing that someone would just hand this over to me!

Having logged into my bank account on my computer this morning I was stunned once again when I looked at the figures in the balance column.

I don’t know how they did it but somehow the people who gave me this land have also granted my bank account with enough money to develop it as I please. There is no limit!

Eager to get started I rub my hands together and laugh with maniacal fervency. I can’t believe the chance is finally mine to do something on this scale.

As I was starting to explain; this plot of land is massive somewhere in the order of 100 acres. Since I have all the funds I need I have decided to divide it into multiple plots and develop each according to my designation.

The first 10 acres will serve as my home, my base of operations if you will. On this section of the plot, I will sculpt the grounds into gently rolling expanses of manicured lawn with room at the center for my house.

There will be a variety of trees dotted here and there around the property to provide shade. Perhaps I will one day hang a swing from one should it grow into an accomodating shape.


The gates at the entrance will be grand and yet welcoming. Something like this.



The house I will build here has tons of room planned for friends and family that wish to come and visit me. Of course, there will be a staff wing. I will need some help keeping it clean and functioning.

There must be a huge pool enclosed with glass so I can swim even when it is raining or snowing outside. Okay, the construction crew have begun work on my plans here. Let’s move to the next section.

The next section to be divided off will be 40 acres in size. On this part of the plot I will construct rows and rows of townhouses.

There will be streets and other infastructure implemented to make living here comfortable.

One main thing about this developement is the rent will be way more affordable than found anywhere else.

I know all too well the struggle of trying to decide whether to pay the bills or buying food and paying rent.


Each of these townhouses will be bright, cheery and modern. They will be self sufficient with laundry facilities in each unit and all the appliances supplied.

I want my tenants to have the best of everything. Appliances will include; washer, dryer, fridge, stove and a dishwasher. Most will be three bedroom units with some two bedroom units.

Phew! That is half of the plot I was given taken care of. Shall we see what the rest of the area will be comprised of?

20 acres will be home to the biggest RC Park ever in this area. It will have hedges dividing it up further into different types of spaces for the different types of RCs used.

In case you are not familiar RC stands for radio controlled and this refers to vehicles of all kinds. Planes, quadcopters, helicopters, hexacopters all fly via remote control and they need air space.

There are also land vehicles such as 2 wheel drive and 4 wheel drive trucks, truggys (a combination of trucks and buggy styles), cars, stadium trucks, monster trucks, tanks, crawlers and trailers.

These require tracks to race along or drive slowly (trailing) plus large open areas to bash on where burnouts and donuts can happen as well as jumps off of ramps.

For the water RC vehicles; boats, submarines, and various other watercraft I will have a huge shallow water course built. It will be large in square footage but only two feet deep.

This way people in the hobby will be able to zip around with their machines. Yet should they flip over or run into problems while away from the edges  it will be no problem walking out to retrieve it.

I cannot tell you how frustrating it is to fetch boats when driving them on natural lakes and they capsize. One must swim out to get it and face the very real problem of the current carrying it away faster than you can get to it.

Of course also included in this RC Park will be a repair studio where parts will be stocked and benches and tools available when a vehicle requires some mending or upgrading.

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Let’s see…that is 70 acres taken care of. What shall I do with the remaining 30 acres? I am considering opening an outdoor all inclusive park setting. I will have room for everyone’s outdoor fun.

There will be playground areas for children large and small. Pleasant pathways will wind through wooded areas for those interested in going for a walk, hike, jog or bike ride.

Tennis courts, basketball courts and baseball diamonds will be available should a team need a place to play.

In the very center of that 30 acres will be a building dedicated to refreshments and rest.


Welcome to my 100 acre development my friends. Please let me know if there is anything more you require; there is still money in my bank account and if it can fit in one of the areas I have created I would be more than happy to do so.

Thank you for coming to visit. There is a room waiting for you in the main house…I will be with you shortly. 🙂 I am so happy you’re here!



How To Schedule Your Time: Making Your Days Count


Hello, everybody, I have been struggling with this concept for a while now as you all know. I have both a YouTube Channel and this blog plus everyday life that I must juggle.

I decided to do some research on how to get myself on track and wanted to share with you what I found out.

Perhaps you could use some of this information in your life too and we could get ourselves better organized together.

Life is busy. Now there is an understatement if I ever heard one! There is so much to do that we must somehow find time to cram into our day if we want to get everything done.


The question is how? I found out the very first step to organizing your time is to make a list of all the things you want or need to accomplish.

We need to define the problem in order to find a solution.

Okay, here is what my list looks like; at least all that I can think of at this moment. I may add more items later if I suddenly remember more.

Make YouTube videos – various topics

Write posts for my blog -various topics

Practice my mandolin

Answer Emails (from YouTube and my blog)

Do dishes

Make the bed

Do laundry

Make meals

Sweep and wash the floors

Play with RCs (sometimes I want to just for fun and not always for videos)

Clean the church

Attend church

Read books

Surf the internet


Phew!! I am getting exhausted just looking at that list; no wonder I have trouble getting it all done. Is your list as long as mine? Or longer?


Next step? Prioritize; what must get done (needs) and what you want to do for yourself or others (wants)


NEED : Make YouTube videos -various topics

NEED: Write posts for my blog -various topics

NEED: Practice my mandolin

NEED: Answer Emails (from YouTube and my blog)

NEED: Do dishes

NEED: Make the bed

NEED: Do laundry

NEED: Make meals

NEED: Sweep and wash the floors

WANT: Play with RCs (sometimes I want to just for fun and not always for videos)

WANT: Clean the church

WANT: Attend church

WANT: Read books

WANT: Surf the internet

NEED: Sleep

All right, now we are getting somewhere. I have ten items on my NEED list and five items on my WANT list. It’s okay; no need to make sure there are even amounts on both lists.

Different activities take different amounts of time. Besides, I am sure you can expand your wants to fill any time not taken by your needs. LOL 😉


Now we get down to the nitty gritty and figure out how long and how often each thing takes. An average is okay; no need to define your schedule down to the last minute or second.

It is not nice to put that much pressure on yourself!

NEED : Make YouTube videos -various topics  (this one varies as some videos are easier to make than others. I will call this 2 hours and it needs to happen every day). If I get a lot accomplished I will simply add them to scheduled videos and get ahead of the game.

NEED: Write posts for my blog -various topics (strangely enough this is the same as videos and I will schedule 2 hours every day for this one too). If I get a lot accomplished I will simply add them to scheduled posts and get ahead of the game.

NEED: Practice my mandolin (I should be practicing every day or two for 20 minutes to 30 minutes). Let’s call it 30 minutes for sake of fitting it into the schedule more consistantly.

NEED: Answer Emails (from YouTube and my blog) (I could easily spend hours upon hours keeping up with comments on both my channel and my blog but being reasonable I will devote 1 hour to this task every day so it doesn’t get backed up too far).

NEED: Do dishes (I do dishes once a day after dinner. They take 20 minutes to 30 minutes since I handwash – I don’t have a dishwasher).

NEED: Make the bed. (This one is easy – under five minutes and every morning when I get out of bed.)

NEED: Do laundry. (Usually I do laundry on weekends when hydro is cheaper but the odd weeknight I will have a load that I do at night after 7pm – again to save on hydro. Wash and dry  1 -1 1/2 hours).

NEED: Make meals ( Most meals I make take no longer than 30 minutes to cook and I do that  three times a day if I am lucky; quite often it is twice a day.)

NEED: Sweep and wash the floors (This chore takes me 1 hour and I do it once a week).

WANT: Play with RCs (sometimes I want to just for fun and not always for videos) (As I was saying when it comes to wants I could expand to whatever time is available to me). I would be happy with twice a week.

WANT: Clean the church (This happens once a week – usually on a Friday and it takes my husband and I 30 minutes to tackle all the chores together).

WANT: Attend church (Also once a week, from 11 A.M. – 12:30 P.M. every Sunday) This can expand to 10 A.M. – 12:30 P.M. when hubby is on stage and I run the soundboards to allow for setup time and brief rehearsal)

WANT: Read books (LOL, any chance I get and for however long I can. I have been known to read for hours at a time.)

WANT: Surf the internet  (same as above only surfing the net instead of reading books.)

NEED: Sleep (This has to happen every night. I try to get at least 6 hours of sleep).


Finally, we are at the stage of putting all of this planning down onto a weekly schedule. A quick chart to post on the fridge would be handy to keep things in mind as you go about your day.

If you work outside the home of course work will also be on your schedule and must be accounted for if you like to do things like eat and have a place to live.

A daytimer or appointment book is useful to keep tabs on what you need to do and when but also consider your smartphone. They are handy and can be set to vibrate or sound an alert when it is time to switch activities.

I believe I will be posting on the fridge and setting my smartphone up as reminders. That way wherever I am I will have my schedule with me.

So, in conclusion, I have tallied up the figures on the various things I need to get done and I can get it all done in 14 hours per day and that includes my 6 hours of sleep a night.

Out of a 24 hour day that leaves me with 10 hours to sprinkle in some “me time” and the things I want to do; that make me happy and fulfilled as a person.

I have just set up all of the “events” on my phone. I now have the times blocked out and can see that there are gaps of an hour here and there throughout in which I can choose to do something off my wants list.

I am not putting down anything in particular for these times but instead will allow myself to gravitate toward whatever I feel like at the time.

This way my wants won’t become another “chore”.

I will write another post to update you on how things are working out for me in about a months time.

That gives me four weeks to get into the routine of things and accurately judge how well it is working; productivity wise and satisfaction wise.

There is one thing I would like to know; if you would be so kind as to leave me a comment, do you have a schedule to get everything done or do you fly by the seat of your pants as I have been doing all this time?

Thank you for once again visiting my blog to read my thoughts today. I do appreciate all the support, my friends. 🙂






My Traumatic Dental Appointment

The Thursday before last was a day that will forever be burned into my memory. Not because of something exciting or wonderful though…oh no, it will be immortalized in my mind because it was traumatic.

I still remember the time of the appointment; that is something that usually vanishes from my memory shortly afterward. This appointment was for 2:50 P.M.

Trust me, there are more important tidbits of information that I choose to remember. Minor details, things like appointment times,  are forgotten in order to save room for the important things I want/need to remember.

This appointment on Thursday before last was for a routine dental cleaning. I have these scheduled every three months because of my Type 2 Diabetes.

It is one of those  things they keep an eye on for changes, such as my eyes once a year and my A1C blood test also every three months.

So I go to the dentist’s office; not merrily skipping along with a song but rather doing the adult thing. I showed up to sit in the chair and endure the hygienist scraping and prodding because I must; because that is what adults do. Or so I am told.


Not five minutes into the appointment the hygienist stops what she is doing and asks me if I was aware that one of my teeth was broken.

No, I reply, I was not aware that I had a problem like that or I would have made an appointment to see the dentist.

Again, she prodded the tooth in question and quickly referred to my dental X-rays radiating from the box on the desk.

Pointing to the problem tooth on the X-ray she found the reason I didn’t know there was a problem. That tooth had a root canal done on it.

Thankfully, when it broke there was no nerve in the tooth to cause me agony. I searched my recent memory for anything hard that I may have been eating.

Nothing that I could recall came to mind. None the less; there it was, a broken tooth – second from the back on the top left side.

Natalie, the hygienist, worked around the area and completed cleaning the rest of my teeth. As usual, once she was finished she went to fetch the dentist to check over my teeth and determine if there were cavities in need of repair.

Once Rudy, the dentist, donned his blue nitrile gloves and the mask was in place over his mouth and nose Natalie filled him in on her concern.


Gingerly he prodded the tooth and commented that it was indeed broken. It shifted under his touch and I felt the movement but still with no pain.

He told me that it was a large crack and that a part of the tooth was just hanging on. He could not leave it like that for fear of me swallowing it or causing further damage.

So, I was escorted from the from room where the hygienist does her work with picks, mirrors, lighted headsets, dental floss and various other cleaning apparatus.

Down the hall we went to one of the big rooms at the other end. I was motioned to take a seat in the chair  positioned in the center of the room on the right.

In this room were the serious dental tools and technology that only a dentist would have a clue how to use. The drills, rasps, burrs, needles of freezing solution and of course more gloves and masks.

After putting on a fresh pair of gloves and fresh mask Rudy set to work in earnest. The very first thing he did was pull out the piece of tooth that was just barely hanging on.


My head was positioned this way and that; a look of concern crossed his face, the part I could see not covered by the mask that is.

He announced to me, as well as to his assistant, that the crack was serious and travelled all the way down into the jaw. There was no saving the tooth and it had to be removed.

Swiftly he lodged a q-tip type of thing between my cheek and my teeth in the top left side. I knew what was coming next. The dreaded needle!

Oh how I detest that needle. I know it is necessary  but it is nasty just thinking about it being used on my tender gums that only have tooth and bone underneath to support them.

Sure enough, a very large needle was used to deliver freezing in the same place the q-tip type of thing had just been removed. I know it was a topical freezing to minimize the pain of the needle.

It could not minimize the visions of the brutal assault of the needle that flashed through my mind’s eye. Another needle was produced and jammed into the roof of my mouth just adjacent to the tooth to be extracted.

I was left to let the freezing take hold while Rudy and a new assistant prepared the trays and drill heads with all the necessary supplies for an extraction.


I learned something new that day. Did you know, if the tooth has had a root canal it cannot be simply grabbed with pliers and pulled?

It is because with a root canal there has been trauma to the root area; if simply yanked the tooth would shatter leaving pieces behind in the gum down at the jaw level.

That would cause an infection and would not be pretty, the good Dr.Singh warned me. It would be a mess and the gum would not heal up properly and I didn’t want that he assured me.

I didn’t know that! What followed once my face was numb was a series of drilling and pulling motions. He used a lot of force on both actions and I could smell the tooth being drilled. What an awful stench that produces.

The tooth must be sectioned and each piece pulled cleanly and intact to be sure nothing was left behind.

I could hear all sort of cracking and popping sounds bouncing around my skull as he wrestled each piece of tooth out of my jaw and discarded them onto the tray containing his hand tools.

Upon noticing that my knuckles were white gripping the hard armrests he suggested I try to relax and let him do what he had to do. It was for my own benefit after all.

Relax? Really? Yes, I am sure it is just another day at the office for you Dr.Singh but as for me, I am terrified.

Finally, it was over. I was weary body, mind and soul as gauze was deftly folded twice then pushed into the huge hole in my gums where a tooth once resided.

I was given instructions for care at home and the use of gauze pads, to be changed every ten minutes for the first hour. After that no more gauze in the mouth but let the clot heal all by itself.

I could not focus on what he was explaining to me but one thing made it through.

Do not disturb the clot… just let it heal. I was given a couple of packs of gauze and a printed list of the instructions he had just explained to me.


It is now just over a week since the appointment and my jaw has finally stopped aching. For the first few days afterward my whole face hurt so much I wanted to curl up in a ball in bed and be unconscious until the pain left.

I remember that appointment, I remember the hour and all the details. I don’t think I will ever forget.

Have you had bad experiences at the hands of a dentist? Are you one of those people with perfect teeth and no cavities? Do the needles scare you too?

Thanks for reading this far; if you are still with me. I do appreciate the support; especially for icky topics such as this. Oh, I have another cleaning appointment in 3 months…*shudder*. Should I go?


Why Google is my friend!



Today’s post is inspired courtesy of another selection from 365 Days Of Writing Prompts

Google and rescue operation What was the last thing you searched for online? Why were you looking for it?

The last thing I searched for online was a Peavey RQ 2314 14 Input Reference Quality Compact Console. It is the make and model of the soundboard at our church.


Why was I looking that up, you ask? Well, because our worship leader asked if I would be interested in learning how to use it.

Every Sunday we have a group of musicians up on the stage leading worship. Usually, there are two electric acoustic guitars, a harmonica, two singers and a piano player.

This Sunday there will be a piano player, a harmonica, two singers, two electric acoustic guitars, an electric bass guitar and a set of acoustic drums.

There are two people in the sound booth, one to run the laptop that puts the words to songs and other messages on the drop down screen via a projector suspended from the ceiling.

The other runs the soundboard that takes what the musicians do on the stage and amplifies, modulates and tweaks the signals from all instruments and microphones.

These signals are then broadcast through speakers also hung from the ceiling so that the congregation can hear a strong, clean sound with which to sing along.

Also on this soundboard is a channel used for a hearing system we have in the church. Assistive listening devices are available for anyone who need them to help hear the spoken word.

Into these devices; only the lapel microphone the Pastor wears and the handheld microphone, that gets passed around the congregation  when it comes time for prayer requests and praise reports, are used.

I was more than a little nervous taking on this challenge and thought that a little research was in order before actually trying to use this piece of equipment.

I wanted to make a good impression since it is an honor not bestowed on just anybody. Only those with a good ear for music and sound are asked; hence the honor I spoke of.

The laptop duties are passed to anyone who is interested in helping but the program pretty much runs itself.

Timing is the only key to successfully running the laptop. Are the words on the screen at the proper time? Do the announcements appear on the screen when the Pastor is saying them?

Using the soundboard, though, that person is in control of what everyone hears; the congregation in the house and the musicians listening to their monitors on stage.

My biggest fear as I take this duty on this Sunday is not messing up with the handheld microphone or with the signal going to the hearing assistance system.

The handheld microphone is the most tricky to stay on top of. Too much on a dial can mean feedback screeching through the entire church,  too little on the dial means a muffled voice that no one can understand or hear.

Adding to the complexity with the handheld microphone is how some people use it. When handed to them everyone holds it differently which means a lot of constant adjusting.

Some hold it farther away from their mouth and the gain has to be turned up. Some almost eat it which means the gain must be turned way down or there will be a great deal of feedback.

The pastor is the main one we want to hear and his lapel mic should pick up his voice and broadcast it properly with the right tones so he doesn’t sound too high pitched or too low pitched.

We had a practice last night with the musicians on stage and I was in the sound booth for the first time ever. I was given a basic rundown of the board and shown how to adjust sounds for each person or instrument.

I don’t think I did too badly…the worship leader playing up on stage told me it sounded all right to him but he could not hear what was coming through to the house.

We would need an independent person sitting in the pews to listen and give their opinion but on practice night, of course, there was no one to fill that role.

Of course last night I was also not able to practice with the handheld mic, the lapel mic or the hearing assistance devices. This is really making me nervous.

So Sunday is going to be nerve-wracking for me until I get either compliments or complaints from the congregation.

What is going to make Sunday even more nerve-wracking is that there is both a baptism taking place and communion afterward. These two occasions do not usually happen at a normal Sunday service.

All I know is that I have been and will continue to do a lot of praying that I do everything correctly and the service goes off flawlessly.

I know, there is the perfectionist in me rearing it’s ugly head again. I can’t help it, though; this is too important to me.

My husband will be one of the musicians on the stage with his acoustic guitar and I really don’t want to mess up the sound and make him sound bad either.

I really am happy to be chosen for this job. I want to be able to help out at the church. My husband and I clean the upstairs part of the church each week and now we each have a part in the service as well.

This will not be an every week duty either; only when this worship leader is on stage. We are part of his crew; his hand-picked set of people to work with.

Some weeks we have guest musicians up there and some weeks there is another worship leader with their own crew.

Wish me luck guys; those of you in the faith, please pray for me. 🙂 Thank you all!