A dental brigade had come to offer free dental services to the community, including Rey who was up to have his wisdom teeth removed. When he told me he planned to do it the night before, I asked him if the brigade had everything they needed for anesthesia and he told me, “Oh, don’t worry about it, Pastor Jeony will help me with the anesthesia.”
As you can imagine, when I heard that Rey had just undergone the operation, I ran to find him and make sure everything was okay. I found my husband down stairs, spitting blood on the ground and smiling with the biggest, bloodiest smile I had ever seen. I felt my knees grow weak as he mumbled through the gauze:“Ah veel grey!”
“What?!”
“I feel great!” He took out the gauze and flashed me his bloody smile again. Apparently, they didn’t give him anesthesia, just localized numbness, and it didn’t hurt at all. After twenty-four hours Rey was back to his coke-drinking, joke-telling self, with little more to show for the minor surgery than four gaping holes in the back of his mouth. No swelling, no pain, no dental bill.
I said a quick prayer of thanks to God, but made sure to keep my mouth closed when I greeted the dentists, just in case they got any ideas about serving me as well. I must admit that my husband is brave.
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