So! I am back from the dentist. And I was there, having my teeth cleaned, and all was going fine (other than, of course, BEING AT THE DENTIST), and then the dentist came in and was checking my computer chart with the hygienist.
And they're talking about a wisdom tooth, and I'm thinking, "I had my wisdom teeth pulled when I was 18". And then they're talking about the molar that might need extracting, the one that they discussed with me before, and I'm thinking, "nobody said ANYTHING about pulling any of my teeth". And they just kept going on and on, and none of it sounded anything like me, and I finally said, "WHOSE CHART are you looking at?!"
Not mine! Folks, they were looking at the chart for ANOTHER PATIENT. The one who was coming in AFTER me. And I feel sorry for THAT patient, because it sounds like her teeth are in pretty bad shape.
Then! I get back to the office, and the shelter calls. It turns out that a nasty, often FATAL virus has been introduced to the shelter, possibly from an incoming stray. The shelter worker told me that the last time this virus made the rounds, last year, it killed eighteen kittens and four adult cats. Needless to say, I will be holding onto my fosters for at least a few more days (yay!), until things clear up at the shelter. Right now the shelter is on "lockdown" (no cats in, no cats out).
Oh! And it turns out that the hygienist has a daughter with the same first name as me. So that makes two of us. It's not that unusual of a first name; it's just that nobody seems to name their kids that. (No, it's not Bertha!)
Right now I'm just relieved that the dental torture is over (until next time). And the cats get to stay with me for a while longer. Bonus! And I'm thinking about all those cats in the shelter and hoping they all make it.
Updated to Add: Oh yeah! I forgot! The dentist informed me that I have "geographic tongue". Sounds like some kind of porn term, no? (Warning: Do NOT google that term. DO. NOT. Not unless you want to see a bunch of pictures of people with their tongues sticking waaaaayyy out. Gross.)
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11 comments:
So, do you also have the correlating allergies/asthma/psoriasis that go along with geographic tongue? Or do you get to have something that would make an awesome band name riding around in your mouth, no downsides attached?
It sort of freaks me out when medical practitioners tell me something in a totally offhand way about my body, like "oh, you have a atrophied fetal twin lah dee dah"...especially when it's something intimate that you'd think I would have noticed and just hadn't.
My friend's two little boys have that. I think. They can touch their noses easily. Can you? And what the hell is your first name, anyway?
Oh. No, they don't have that. (Well, duh! Of course I googled it!)
Bridgett - "atrophied fetal twin" - HAHAHAHAHA! I've just got the tongue (ew), no other symptoms. And I'd actually noticed it before, but I figured that was just the way my tongue was, not some funky medical condition. And now I'm wondering why my dentist waited all these years to impart that little factoid.
Kerri - I TOLD you not to Google it! You never listen!:) And as far as the first name goes, I think maybe I'll turn it into a oontest. Guess my name! Win fabulous prizes!
Errrm - that would be "contest", not "oontest". Ooops.
wendy, is that you?
Congrats, Kerri! You got me! How'd you figure it out?
Woot! Um, I don't know. I think one time you said your name started with a W and that is the only one I can think of that isn't very common, but common enough to know. So! What's my 'fabulous prizeS'????
Kerri, if you want to send your mailing address to wwalterhec(at)yahoo(dot)com, I'll make sure you get something speshul!
I have a cousin named Wendy. She came home crying from school one day because the teacher insisted she had to write Gwendolyn on her papers, and yelled at her when Wendy said it wasn't her name and she didn't know how to spell it.
My aunt had a fit.
Wendys of the world, Unite!
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