I went to the dentist last night. Going to the dentist is right up there with emptying the dishwasher and cleaning the furnace filter on the scale of things I like to do.
The check-up was going well until the hygienist handed me a mirror and pulled my lower lip down and discussed my gum line with me. The gum over one tooth in particular, right near the little piece of skin that connects your inner bottom lip to the lower gum line, is almost all gone.
This is bad. I will lose the tooth if I don't have surgery.
The hygienist was very chatty and upbeat about this problem of mine. Me? I wasn't so nonchalant. I'm a very medically weak person. I pass out just looking at the instructions for tampons - true story. Yes, it is incredible that I managed to give birth.
I don't think she noticed how pale I was getting as she rattled on and on about how this condition is treated and what is done to treat it. Something something donor tissue and then I knew if the dentist didn't stop talking, I was going to pass out. I practically shouted the word stop.
I have to wait til I see the oral surgeon to get a sense of why I need cadaver skin in my mouth.
Oh, and what does this story have to do with riding public transit? When I take the GO bus home, the bus drives right by my dentist's office.