That being said, I would like to immediately make it known that I like my dentist. But good dentist or not, a visit to their office is no walk in the park. I liken it to volunteering to have your fingernails ripped out. And PAYING for it. And that's exactly where I found myself last week.I exited the office looking like I'd just tangled with that 8th-grade girl who threatened to beat me up after swim class, minus the chlorine-soaked swimsuit. Reading over my instructions to eat only soft foods for the next 48 hours, I jumped at the chance to suck down a milkshake. Liquid lunch, loaded with fat grams, and no guilt...after all, doctor's orders.Big mistake.I pull up to the drive-thru window, hear the request for my order, and proceed to rattle off which fat-laden flavor would suit me best:Me: Yesth, I'd like a cookiesth-and-cweam milksthake, pleasth. With no whipped cweam.Speaker guy: Um, excuse me?Me: Yesssth. A cookiesth-and-cweam milksthake...no whipped cweam. Pleasth.Speaker guy: Yeah...uhhh...I can't really understand you. Would you mind pulling around?Mind? Oh, not at all. Nothing embarrassing about having you see me face-to-face and sounding like I still suck my thumb. And so I do, and thank you for not laughing, Speaker Guy, at least not until I pulled away with my shake in hand. I proceeded to take a bite with the provided spoon, miss my numb mouth by a good mile, and watch the shake dribble down my sweater. That's when I realized something very important.Should've asked for a bib.
Monday, December 6, 2010
dentist=misery
That being said, I would like to immediately make it known that I like my dentist. But good dentist or not, a visit to their office is no walk in the park. I liken it to volunteering to have your fingernails ripped out. And PAYING for it. And that's exactly where I found myself last week.I exited the office looking like I'd just tangled with that 8th-grade girl who threatened to beat me up after swim class, minus the chlorine-soaked swimsuit. Reading over my instructions to eat only soft foods for the next 48 hours, I jumped at the chance to suck down a milkshake. Liquid lunch, loaded with fat grams, and no guilt...after all, doctor's orders.Big mistake.I pull up to the drive-thru window, hear the request for my order, and proceed to rattle off which fat-laden flavor would suit me best:Me: Yesth, I'd like a cookiesth-and-cweam milksthake, pleasth. With no whipped cweam.Speaker guy: Um, excuse me?Me: Yesssth. A cookiesth-and-cweam milksthake...no whipped cweam. Pleasth.Speaker guy: Yeah...uhhh...I can't really understand you. Would you mind pulling around?Mind? Oh, not at all. Nothing embarrassing about having you see me face-to-face and sounding like I still suck my thumb. And so I do, and thank you for not laughing, Speaker Guy, at least not until I pulled away with my shake in hand. I proceeded to take a bite with the provided spoon, miss my numb mouth by a good mile, and watch the shake dribble down my sweater. That's when I realized something very important.Should've asked for a bib.
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You always make me laugh.
Doesn't it stink when you can't feel your mouth,especially when you want to put something good like a SNS Cookies N Cream Shake in it. Ha!! Hope you are feeling better.
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