"the greatest thing to happen to dentistry since novacaine"
march is my month of appointments. in addition to the chiropractor, i also get to see the neurologist, the lab (one week before the neurologist for blood work), the dermatologist, the optometrist (every other year), and the dentist. and this year i get to go to the dentist twice.
that's not quite as bad as one would think, though, because today, i got to see the cute dentist.
i had him once before, and it was both exciting and disconcerting. one does not usually expect anything pleasant to happen when one goes to the dentist. yet there he was. but that was a long time ago, and i hadn't gotten to see him since. i've had very nice dentists, but not the cute one. the best i've gotten is a glimpse over the hygienist's shoulder as he walked briskly by the room i was in.
today, however, when i followed the hygienist into her room, i got a very good feeling - a feeling that this room was on his side of the building (though i don't actually know if that's actually how they split the patients up). i didn't want to get my hopes up, though, so i just contented myself with the fact that she's a very nice hygienist, and except for one time, i didn't think she was out to get me. but then she went to get the dentist. and i frantically wiped off my mouth and straightened up my hair, just in case she got the cute one for me.
she didn't disappoint. and i think she knew i thought he was cute. she gave me that look of 'yeah, i saw you perk up when he walked in the room' with a touch of 'i see how you're suddenly a conversationalist, talking baseball' and a bit of 'i don't blame you. he's cute, but i'm married.'
and then it turns out that one of my teeth that has a filling is cracking, so there's a chance it would either need a root canal or fall out. 'or i could refill it for you, if you want.' um...duh! on so many levels!
so the hygienist walked me up to the reception desk to tell them that i needed to schedule an appointment for a filling, and the receptionist said, 'so do you want to see dr. vogel? the one you just saw?' 'um, yeah that's fine.' i swear the hygienist smiled at me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7a2rIbX3DEk (through 2:24)
that's not quite as bad as one would think, though, because today, i got to see the cute dentist.
i had him once before, and it was both exciting and disconcerting. one does not usually expect anything pleasant to happen when one goes to the dentist. yet there he was. but that was a long time ago, and i hadn't gotten to see him since. i've had very nice dentists, but not the cute one. the best i've gotten is a glimpse over the hygienist's shoulder as he walked briskly by the room i was in.
today, however, when i followed the hygienist into her room, i got a very good feeling - a feeling that this room was on his side of the building (though i don't actually know if that's actually how they split the patients up). i didn't want to get my hopes up, though, so i just contented myself with the fact that she's a very nice hygienist, and except for one time, i didn't think she was out to get me. but then she went to get the dentist. and i frantically wiped off my mouth and straightened up my hair, just in case she got the cute one for me.
she didn't disappoint. and i think she knew i thought he was cute. she gave me that look of 'yeah, i saw you perk up when he walked in the room' with a touch of 'i see how you're suddenly a conversationalist, talking baseball' and a bit of 'i don't blame you. he's cute, but i'm married.'
and then it turns out that one of my teeth that has a filling is cracking, so there's a chance it would either need a root canal or fall out. 'or i could refill it for you, if you want.' um...duh! on so many levels!
so the hygienist walked me up to the reception desk to tell them that i needed to schedule an appointment for a filling, and the receptionist said, 'so do you want to see dr. vogel? the one you just saw?' 'um, yeah that's fine.' i swear the hygienist smiled at me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7a2rIbX3DEk (through 2:24)
posted by melilotnfosco | 6:17 PM
8 Comments:
How depressing -- 27 or 28 is "so old!" :P How funny though that there's a Brady Bunch episode for this though. :)) I just hope it ends better for you than it did for Marcia. ;) So does your dentist look just like Dr. Vogel? I sure hope so... :)
Nice! Very nice!
well, he's not quite as groovy as her dentist, but i think he's cuter
So you guys see my comment here, right? I do, but apparently your blog doesn't! I keeps not counting it! When it was by itself, your comments said "0" even when I refreshed. When Kimberly posted, it said "1" even when I refreshed. And now, you guessed it, it just says "2 comments." I feel like it's a big conspiracy against me! :P
Of course. As soon as I posted that one, I went to your main page and all was fine. Grr...
no, it was doing that, and i don't know why. i refreshed a couple times, too, and it didn't fix. i'm glad it did now, though, cuz you definitely count. :)
Aw, thanks! :) (And thanks for noticing so I don't look crazy(er);)
i just realized i have nothing to wear cuz my cute jeans are at my didder's. oh bother.
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