Tuesday, May 20, 2008

The dentist

may 20 2008

I don't know how the guy does it, but I went to the dentist and I came home all smiling.

Well, my mouth was a bit stiff at one side, and the smile looked like someone had attacked me and hit me well, but it felt like a real smile.

I arrived soaked wet!
It was raining constantly. One of those drizzles that go on endlessly for days, draining everything.

I was too early, so I sat down and wanted to take the time to dry my glasses... WRONG!!!

Already I was called in and had the assistant look in my mouth to the incomplete molar.
The filling fell out last week.

I expected to be send home with a card with the next appointment, but I was lucky.
Someone else didn´t show up, so the dentist repaired the molar, and we had a short conversation about one of the children.

All the way to home...through the drizzle...shivering in my wet coat.... I was smiling.


  1. So, I think are now feeling well. anyway, thanks for sharing with us.

  2. I don't think I have ever left the dentist smiling. That is some kind of achievement!!!

  3. Karen, author of "My Funny Dad, Harry"May 21, 2008 at 5:20 PM

    Good for you! I can't remember the last trip to the dentist except that it was the most painful experience I ever had and refuse to go back unless absolutely necessary! I am 54 and think the last time I went was when I had a terrible toothache very long time ago, maybe about 20 years ago.

  4. You must have a great dentist! I should be so lucky. Thanks for stopping by my blog.


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