I have a dental check-up after work today. You may be asking yourself “why is this blog-worthy?” Well, let me give you a little history…
1) I hate the dentist. I hate everything about the dentist. I hate the smell of the office. I hate the sound of the instruments. I hate the stupid, paper bib that gets strapped around my neck. I hate the dentist.
2) I have horrible teeth (it’s a genetic thing) and every time I go to the dentist I fear a very large bill and extreme physical pain. My last visit resulted in both of these and I worry that history will repeat itself (despite the brushing, flossing, and mouth wash).
3) At my last check-up, my dentist asked me out on a date. We went out a couple of times and then we just never really spoke again. We didn’t leave on bad terms, per say, but I also haven’t spoken to him in about 4 months. I really hope he isn’t angry about this and if he is angry, I hope he doesn’t take it out on my gums.
This could get very awkward.
8 comments:
I'm just glad you are back to hating the dentist. It was hard when you "liked" the dentist. Cuz then when I told you that I hated the dentist, you would try and convince me why I shouldn't... i like "hate-the-dentist-Olivia" much better
Lesson #541123575 that I have had to learn the hard way:
Don't date your doctors
I thought dating the dentist would make me not hate going to the dentist as much. I was wrong.
Let us be clear * OK to date doctors, just not your own*
especially *that* doctor
~Nadia
I couldn't agree more.
ugh...I am dreading this office visit.
I thought you said you both agreed it wasn't going to work, goofball? Never calling him again is like telling him he's too short for you. Heh...
high standards/high expectations.
for myself and the person i date.
it's the way i was raised. blame my mom :)
OK. NOW YOU HAVE GONE TOO FAR. I COULD TAKE THE SWEAR WORDS... I COULD TAKE THE REFERENCE TO MUSICAL GROUPS I'VE NEVER HEARD OF... I COULD EVEN TAKE THE SHOT AT POOR GENETICS (DON'T THINK I CAN'T READ BETWEEN THE LINES). BUT THIS IS BEYOND INSENSITIVE. I'M CRUSHED AND SHALL NOT ONLY BAN YOUR BLOG BUT START ONE OF MY OWN WHER YOUR FATHER IS BLAMED FOR EVERYTHING.
Anonymous
ok, don't blame my mom...whatever you do. blame my dad, his name is Larry. or even better, blame Chad K. just cause he's an awful person.
please don't ban my blog. i love you :)
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