... and good thing too because I am talking about the dentist.
At first I found it really odd that she said literally, nothing to me
other than the occasional "open" in German.
It didn't take long at all to realize this is a very good thing.
You see, back in the states, I have had the same dentist since I was 9 years old.
Even when I moved around out of state, out of the country, had no insurance - whatever ... he was always there to help me out, clean me up and strike some kind of deal so I wouldn't end up toothless.
Hallelujah!
But my oh my if he didn't tell the longest stories of my entire life.
Heck, I'm a storyteller too, I know the draw to keep em coming and going and...
um.
But I am beginning to put the pieces together as to why my office visits took
all afternoon.
As lonely as I sometimes felt as my dentist made a mad dash for the room next to me to tend to another - while I numbed up - I was also relieved I could just close my eyes, rest and count on her dashing back in to get me move on out.
I guess they get paid per customer here.
So after a non-harrowing but more like lovely little nap in a quiet room, good and drugged up, I've had a pretty good day.
I was in, I was out.
