Tuesday, January 5, 2016

I LIE

Soooooo...I forgot to cancel my dentist appointment. And no, I didn't have anything else going on at that time, it's just what I do. I buy purses and cancel dentist appointments. My dentist's office and I have had an arrangement for the last little my whole lifetime, which goes something like this:

Bust a tooth.
Curse mashed potatoes (It couldn't be candy and pop—they have my back)
Get dizzy and start sweating profusely.
Hand Sterling the phone and ask him to push the numbers for me.
Make an appointment with every intention of trying to get out of it.
Start to feel confidant that I can live with a jagged, decaying bone in my mouth. I'll just never chew on that side...or that side...okay, so I ran out of sides. I still have a tongue.
Cancel the appointment.
Almost pass out with relief.

Sometimes I feel a cold coming on, like, the following month, and don't want to risk getting the hygienist sick. Because I'm thoughtful.

Other times I just feel like everybody needs a break, and sense that they wish they could call me to cancel, but they feel obligated, so I do it for them and let them off the hook. Once again, because I'm thoughtful.

And then, after a few years of emotional eating, I suspect they might say something rude, like, "Lean forward so we can check the size tag in your shirt. Whoa, wait a second...why is it missing?" So I just want to avoid that whole situation all together.

Thus, I cancel.

Unfortunately, this time I was distracted with Christmas and a wedding, so it slipped by me like an unplanned pregnancy. But with way worse repercussions—in my subjective opinion.

Now I'm fully aware I'm the kind of patient they hate, on account of I shirk then I lie. Like, today she asked, "When was the last time you were in for a cleaning?" So I lied to her. I had no choice, because I'm a pleaser. Plus, I kind of think they expect to be lied to. They're basically in the same category as driver's license weight.

"Um, I do belieeeeeve...it was...a few months ago. (tapping my jaw in faux retrospect) Maybe, at the most, last year."

She looked at me, looked at the computer screen which is a FREAKING TATTLE TALE, YOU GUYS, and pulling down her mask said, "Yeah, no. Try four years." Then she covered her face like only terrorists do, and held up something meant to kill me. Or it could have been a water pik. Either way.

She dug the hell out of my face, friends. And sure, I was the one who put the hell there to begin with, but whatever. She also left a clump of bloody plaque shard in my eyelashes and exclaimed loudly that I was bleeding, "A LOT!" Information I could have done without. Even worse, a really good hair day WASTED. When I rose from the chair, I looked like a neglected baby with pancake skull.

As she unclipped the drool bib, she said, "When you return in 6 months, this will be a cinch," and I nodded my head in agreement, even while pretending to enter the next appointment in my phone...



...I told you I lie.




3 comments:

Kara Elmore said...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!! THE.ENTIRE.THING.EVERY.SINGLE.LINE!!!!! And then you came over to my house. And showed me your gums. Which I then became INVASIVE and pulled your lip down MYSELF to inspect a SECOND TIME! Remember the time I was having my bridge redone and the helper girl (they have names - I ignore it) said "WHOAAAAAA LOOOOOK AT THIS liiiiiiiitle teeeeeeeny tiny TOOTH you have left! It's SO weird - like WHOA you've GOT To see thisssss! And there's SOOOO much puss! Like it's OOOOzing out! WHOA look look look look!" AND shoved the mirror in my FACE! With tears streaming down, I looked away. And the dentist said - "stop. She doesn't need to see this horror". Exact words.

ps - I have to schedule appointments around my hair. And if it falls on a wash hair day - I basically have to wear a prom dress to make up for what I'm about to look like after.

Pauline McClendon said...

Sorry. I know you were reveling in your perfect hair day. Be strong.

Juli G said...

The dentist never bothered me... don't know why.

You'd think, because of that, and the fact that I have dental insurance and can go 2 times a year for FREE, and have only 1 cavity... I would go more often.

Haven't been in 2 years.

Go figure.