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Teeth, bacon and rain
May. 4th, 2007 11:26 amI crave a bacon sandwich. Should I have one? I don't know.
I can't find my copy of Tom's Midnight Garden. I know it's there somewhere.
Surly, who owns the cafe next door, parks her car in the customer parking outside our shared shop front. She said she doesn't have to move it, because the parking isn't restricted by time. And that it only inconveniences her customers, because people who go to a pharmacy will park anywhere. And I am very confused about this level of stupidity in a business owner.
I have to have another filling next Wednesday. I'm worried about it, because two weeks ago he said my teeth were fine. Then I went back last week to get my nightguard adjusted, and he spotted a cavity. BUT I ONLY WENT BACK ON A WHIM! What if I hadn't? I would have left that cavity for six months and had to have the tooth pulled or something. I can't lose faith in my dentist, because I'm never going to be able to establish trust with another dentist. And it doesn't help that when I'm in the chair, I can't speak or ask questions, because I'm paralysed with terror. He always seems to spring surprises on me once I'm in the chair, like "Hey, we're not filling this tooth, we're pulling it, yay!", or "Okay, fine to go! No, wait! Cavity ZOMG!" And I can't do anything about it, because I seriously can't speak or move. I'm sure if I asked questions he'd be able to reassure me, but I can't. I'm taking a list of questions next time, but that doesn't account for the ZOMG surprise factor.
Now I feel ill from thinking about it. I can smell dentist. *quakes*
But it's still raining here! And look: a baby called Dusty-Raiyne in honour of the long awaited rainfall. It's a nice idea, but I wonder if Dusty-Raiyne Joy Fleuretta will be a fun name to have.
I can't find my copy of Tom's Midnight Garden. I know it's there somewhere.
Surly, who owns the cafe next door, parks her car in the customer parking outside our shared shop front. She said she doesn't have to move it, because the parking isn't restricted by time. And that it only inconveniences her customers, because people who go to a pharmacy will park anywhere. And I am very confused about this level of stupidity in a business owner.
I have to have another filling next Wednesday. I'm worried about it, because two weeks ago he said my teeth were fine. Then I went back last week to get my nightguard adjusted, and he spotted a cavity. BUT I ONLY WENT BACK ON A WHIM! What if I hadn't? I would have left that cavity for six months and had to have the tooth pulled or something. I can't lose faith in my dentist, because I'm never going to be able to establish trust with another dentist. And it doesn't help that when I'm in the chair, I can't speak or ask questions, because I'm paralysed with terror. He always seems to spring surprises on me once I'm in the chair, like "Hey, we're not filling this tooth, we're pulling it, yay!", or "Okay, fine to go! No, wait! Cavity ZOMG!" And I can't do anything about it, because I seriously can't speak or move. I'm sure if I asked questions he'd be able to reassure me, but I can't. I'm taking a list of questions next time, but that doesn't account for the ZOMG surprise factor.
Now I feel ill from thinking about it. I can smell dentist. *quakes*
But it's still raining here! And look: a baby called Dusty-Raiyne in honour of the long awaited rainfall. It's a nice idea, but I wonder if Dusty-Raiyne Joy Fleuretta will be a fun name to have.