When I came into work on Friday the first thing my dentist said to me was, "Our last patient of the day is going to be fun."
I just smiled at him and said, "Sarcastic fun?" I was right. Sarcastic fun it was...
The end of the day came and I went out to the waiting room to get our "fun" patient. She was an angel....I didn't understand the dentist's comment earlier. She grabbed my hand right away and we headed back to the quiet room. She seemed fine until I started her on nitrous and then it was all over. She was not happy...after much encouraging we decided to get the papoose board to tie her down with. Man, this little 4 year old had lungs..she was screaming and told the dentist she hated him about a million times....along with other name calling. It was a good thing I had a mask on because I was smirking behind it the whole time. Just looking at this blue eyed, blonde haired girl I thought was so sweet, reminded me of one of my favorite childhood stories...
When I was four years old, my mom and I were at the our friends the Shumways house visiting. They had this little Scottie dog and I was outside playing with it. I decided I wanted to play with it's nametag on it's collar. It didn't like it, and bit me on the lip.
I don't remember much from the doctor's office that day, but my mom sure does. She tried to get me to tell her what happened. I'll admit I'm stubborn and decided I didn't want to tell her what happened. The doctor looked at me, then my mom. I was tiny for my age so he replied, "She doesn't have the verbal skills to tell you." My mom reassured him I did, but he didn't believe her. When the doctor tried to look at my lip I was freaking out, so they tied ME to a papoose board.
Then things got ugly... I started hurling profane language and SPITTING at the doctor. "You, you....(insert curse word or bad name)." I apparently used any bad word I could think of. When the doctor was done fixing me up he looked at my mom and said, "I stand corrected, she DEFINATELY has the verbal skills." I have a little scar on my upper lip from the bite...Ironically, it was my lips that keep the scar to help me remember this story. :)
Me...Oh so innocent. :)
