I had a dentist appointment this morning, to fill some cavities I've probably had for quite some time. Generally I am much more mature about visiting the dentist than I was as a teenager; I realize he has a job to do, and I need him to do his job; therefore, I won't complain. And besides, the novocaine shots don't hurt as much as I'd remembered (particularly in comparison to a tattoo!)
I like my dentist. This morning, I learned that most of Winnebago county likes him, too.
My appointment was for 10:30. I arrived ten minute before my appointment was slated to begin, and for the next forty minutes watched a show where men in fancy boats catch fish, hold them up to the camera with big "look at what I just did" grins, and throw the fish back. Repeatedly. Finally, at 11:00 I was called to the back, where I sat for another half hour watching the atrocious Fox News station--full of so much good news! The dentist came back around 11:30 and I am assuming would have started immediately were it not for the very intriguing story about Osama Bin Laden's heir that began just at the moment he was to begin working on my mouth. I cleared my throat as if to say, "Hey! I'm still here! And they'll repeat this story six hundred times in the next hour, so can we get on with this please?"
He shot me with novocaine and left. Again.
Finally, after over an hour of waiting, he began my fillings. They took, perhaps, fifteen minutes total. And I have to go back, because they were so far behind he couldn't finish the job.
Sigh... I am a fairly patient person, but I think my day's quota was sucked out along with my spit. Blech.
On the bright side, I am having a fantastic hair day, so I suppose all is not lost :)
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