I lost the filling out of my bottom front tooth last night, which caused a lot of worry and little sleeping. When I got through to my dentist this morning, I was given an appointment for next Tuesday. It's a tiny thing, but the receptionist said: "I know it's hard over a long weekend, but she can do a better job on Tuesday." Long weekend. I counted up the days and it will be the sixth day from now before I get this fixed. That is more than a long weekend, it is closer to a week. They never work Fridays or the weekends, and Monday is a holiday, so I was praying they'd get me in today. But just stating: "I know that's a lot of days to wait, and I'm sorry we can't get you in sooner" would have felt more like empathy to me. If this tooth breaks off further I may not even be able to do a crown.
But, hey! Why not obsess about my tooth for a change instead of my brother's estate issues, his death and my grieving, the thousand wedding details yet to finish and the state of the world. I know, I'm getting really picking about right speech and judgmental and crabby. I had the sense to keep my feelings to myself, at least, and not lecture the receptionist. Besides, she has the POWER. Kind of like Bruce Almighty.
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