Is it me? Or is going to the dentist kind of a private thing? I think of it as more invasive than a gynocological exam. That may be why I haven’t been for a year or two. They never should have told me I had such great teeth that I didn’t need to come in every 6 months, I could come in every 9 months to a year. Wooohooo! I went a little overboard on the whole deal.
Which is fine. It isn’t even so terrible going to the dentist nowadays. When I was a kid, we’d walk up to Dr. Bussen’s office. Good God, it was like going into the 50s. The equipment was old, he was old, his fingers were fat, his breath smelled like what I can only call Dental Carrion. And in the strange karmic-cosmic-ironic-poetic-justice way that childhood has of making sense, it was on the same block as the candy store (have I waxed nostalgic about Roith’s Pharmacy and Kenny’s Market?). I digress.
I have this appointment tomorrow. And I have this house-guest from Libya. He just finished dentistry school in his country. He’s been asking since he got here (2 months) if he can accompany one of us to the dentist’s office while he’s here. I tried to throw him off the scent by telling him about the neighbor boys’ appointments (both brothers in one fell swoop), but alas, he wants to come with me tomorrow.
Alls I’m saying is it kind of makes me a little icked out. I can’t say why, but it does. He better not ask if he can prod my teeth in any way. Because he can’t. I’m willing to bet that by 2pm tomorrow I will know why I felt uneasy abou this. Yeeesh. I’ll get back to you.