Today a British dentist made me wear a pair of sunglasses while he filled in my cavity.
Evidently this is common in England. When I asked, I was informed it was to protect my eyeballs from any instruments that may ‘accidentally’ fall into my face.
This inspired confidence, I assure you. I lay in the chair, donned the shades, kicked my Chucks, and waited for the good gentlemen to explain the situation occuring inside my tooth.
It was huge.
The cavity, not the chair.
Well, I suppose the chair was pretty big too but I meant to focus on the cavity here. Though you’ll never hear me question why dentist chairs aren’t used in formal dining venues. That big mirror and light are a tad distracting.
As I sat in the chair, sunglasses covering my eyes I thought of three things:
1. Sunglasses? Really?
2. why are these not RayBans?
3. why have I ignored my blog for so long?
Then I remembered that my last post was a Christmas poem and that I have become the blogosphere’s equivilant of a catlady who keeps her tree until June.
I’ve never claimed to be cool, but I think we can all agree-the wreath and lights must come down.
So here I am.
Christmas cavity filled.
Decorations put away.
Watch out Springtime, Zilla’s coming out of hybernation.