Losing It
It was a full day! First thing this morning we loaded up Baby Snooks and headed to the vet's office where she was to be bathed, have her ears and tail pocket cleaned, toenails clipped and Cowper's glands emptied. She abhors some of these procedures, but in typical bulldog fashion, loves the people and attention.
When we arrived, she was writhing in ecstasy as she wiggle walked as fast as she could to the entrance. Inside, her doggy dreams came true as everyone in the office made over her before they led her off for her canine ablutions. Snooks was definitely in need of a session at the doggy day spa. We usually take her in once a month and this time it had been six weeks and she had become a stinker.
We had some time to kill before heading from Kissimmee to Lakeland for my dental appointment at 10:30, so we went to IHOP and enjoyed the Senior Omelet and Pancakes. It was something I could eat and I was hungry. My new dentures did not fit well and the bite forced my jaw to one side. Wearing those teeth was downright painful, and chewing almost impossible, so these soft foods were ideal, if not for my waistline, at least for my comfort level.
At the dentist's office I tried to explain my situation to the technician. I didn't need anything ground down, the problem was with how the upper and lower plate related to each other not how they fit in my mouth, except that the teeth were crooked. Nonetheless, she ground and sanded and made the fit looser. She was creating a worse problem than I came in with and, in spite of my repeated pleas to not grind any more, each time she took the teeth out of the room she repeated the action that already was not working. In frustration, I stood up from the chair and grasped her by the wrists and she finally looked at me. I said, "I need you to hear me on this!" and repeated what I had been trying to tell her, adding that I DID NOT WANT HER TO GRIND ANY MORE FROM THE DENTURES!
With a look of horror, she left and did not return, probably fearing I was about to become violent. Finally, the dentist himself came in and was able to comprehend what I was saying. He agreed that the problem had been compounded by the technician. (I suspect she only knew one way to adjust the denture.) At last, I left with wearable dentures, although they are still not centered or straight. That will require the plates to be completely remade. But these will work while I have company here and other things I need to deal with.
Again, we had time on our hands so went to Fresh Harvest, our favorite buffet. Although my mouth was still sore and will be for a while as it heals, to my delight, I was able to eat pizza, a spring roll, fried chicken and other chewable foods without sending myself into orbit with the pain.
Baby Snooks was completely worn out by the time we picked her up. She slept all the way to our Kissimmee house where we stopped to water the plants and put out the bags of leaves for the trash man. Terry must have already taken the leaves out because they were gone. Snooks got out and did her thing then slept all the way home.
Like our sweet old dog, we were pooped by the time we got home and really did nothing all evening. I need to prepare my lesson for tomorrow, then it's off to bed with me. I was surprised at myself for sort of losing it with the dental technician.
When we arrived, she was writhing in ecstasy as she wiggle walked as fast as she could to the entrance. Inside, her doggy dreams came true as everyone in the office made over her before they led her off for her canine ablutions. Snooks was definitely in need of a session at the doggy day spa. We usually take her in once a month and this time it had been six weeks and she had become a stinker.
We had some time to kill before heading from Kissimmee to Lakeland for my dental appointment at 10:30, so we went to IHOP and enjoyed the Senior Omelet and Pancakes. It was something I could eat and I was hungry. My new dentures did not fit well and the bite forced my jaw to one side. Wearing those teeth was downright painful, and chewing almost impossible, so these soft foods were ideal, if not for my waistline, at least for my comfort level.
At the dentist's office I tried to explain my situation to the technician. I didn't need anything ground down, the problem was with how the upper and lower plate related to each other not how they fit in my mouth, except that the teeth were crooked. Nonetheless, she ground and sanded and made the fit looser. She was creating a worse problem than I came in with and, in spite of my repeated pleas to not grind any more, each time she took the teeth out of the room she repeated the action that already was not working. In frustration, I stood up from the chair and grasped her by the wrists and she finally looked at me. I said, "I need you to hear me on this!" and repeated what I had been trying to tell her, adding that I DID NOT WANT HER TO GRIND ANY MORE FROM THE DENTURES!
With a look of horror, she left and did not return, probably fearing I was about to become violent. Finally, the dentist himself came in and was able to comprehend what I was saying. He agreed that the problem had been compounded by the technician. (I suspect she only knew one way to adjust the denture.) At last, I left with wearable dentures, although they are still not centered or straight. That will require the plates to be completely remade. But these will work while I have company here and other things I need to deal with.
Again, we had time on our hands so went to Fresh Harvest, our favorite buffet. Although my mouth was still sore and will be for a while as it heals, to my delight, I was able to eat pizza, a spring roll, fried chicken and other chewable foods without sending myself into orbit with the pain.
Baby Snooks was completely worn out by the time we picked her up. She slept all the way to our Kissimmee house where we stopped to water the plants and put out the bags of leaves for the trash man. Terry must have already taken the leaves out because they were gone. Snooks got out and did her thing then slept all the way home.
Like our sweet old dog, we were pooped by the time we got home and really did nothing all evening. I need to prepare my lesson for tomorrow, then it's off to bed with me. I was surprised at myself for sort of losing it with the dental technician.
© 2006 by Iona Hoeppner
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