Friday, March 12, 2004
I had Wednesday and Thursday off from work. Wednesday and Thursday have basically been my weekend for the last month or two. This will last as long as it lasts, until the next schedule flux. My days off used to be Monday and Tuesday. All this is entirely unimportant. All that matters is that I had planned to try and get my car working again this weekend, but instead managed only to watch the Sopranos DVDs NetFlix sent me. That and drag my ass to the dentist for today's appointment.
First off (uh oh, he's gonna start bitching again, I can already tell) my appointment was for 3:30, but I didn't get in until 4:30. Secondly, the dentist wouldn't stop asking me what I wanted to do with my life, and I get enough depression demanding an answer to this of my own damn self, I don't need a man with bona fide torture implements joining the inquisition. But his torture was not in response to my lack of any direction, but instead to my lack of any decent flossing habit.
"Your teeth are so great-- you need to pay better attention to your gums! I know, I know, it's OK, I give this lecture all day long. You don't even need to do it every day, just three or four times a week. I expect gums to bleed a little, but not that much!" He sent me into the bathroom to rinse, and I spat blood like I'd just gone a round or two with a kickboxer. He told me to eat only soft food for the next 24 hours. He took that much out on my mouth, apparently to drive home just how deeply runs his disdain for gingivitis and the scoffflosses who come down with it.
My mouth still hurts, almost 12 hours later.
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