If the state of a person's soul or character was in any way a reflection of the number of cavities a person has, I would definitely be going to hell. On Friday when I visited this dentist there was much gushing about how awesome my teeth and mouth were and what a good job I was doing. I thought I might even get my name on a plaque or be asked to be a patient ambassador for some wayward dental stewards or something. Today the receptionist called to tell me I had 8 cavities. Not sure that's possible but until I get a second opinion, I'm kind of in a bad mood about it. I was especially annoyed with the non-dentist receptionist schooling me on how cavities form over time and that the kind of cavities I had suggested there was a "flossing issue." Bitch, I have a cavity issue and an issue with you telling me I have 8 cavities, self-esteem issues, work-life balance issues, intermittent back issues, but what I can assure you I do NOT have is a "flossing issue."
Seriously. Who does that? You're not telling me I have high blood pressure and need to lose 15 pounds. It's not like I can floss the cavities away. Shut your damn mouth.
2 comments:
Damn!
Just wasn't the day to give me information that would not have any impact on the news she dropped on me. Just like advising someone in a cast they should watch their step is liable to get you hit in the face with a crutch.
I don't know. Maybe it's just me. :-)
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