Seth (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} slothel) wrote,@ 2005-09-03 13:02:00 |
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Minty fresh!
There are times when I'm really good about flossing. The last two weeks or so have not been one of those times. I've actually been relatively good about it for the last year or so, doing it maybe three times a week. I should do that more often, especially since my last dental appointment with my current employer is a'comin' up at the end of September....not that I particularly trust these people. They rarely seem to know what they're talking about, and most of the people I see don't seem to have all that much training and kind of seem to be feeling their way around. Kind of like all of the "health care" professionals I deal with. One of the things the People In Charge at work have tried to frighten me with is my future lack of health insurance....but they seem unaware of the fact that I do have it available to me. I'll just have to pay for it.
Really, though, the health care I will be getting can't be too much worse than what I have now. If it is, I'm pretty sure there would be a lot of malpractice suits.
One of my favorite things is the dentist. Once, I was having my teeth cleaned by this 19 year old, and he kept telling me that we're supposed to come in twice a year for this, and I kept telling him that we're not allowed. It went like this:
Him: Your teeth are fine, but you really need to come in here and have this done every six months.
Me: I'd love to, but we're only allowed to come here once a year.
Him: Yeah, but you're supposed to do it twice a year.
Me: Yeah, that would be nice, but they tell us that we're only allowed to come here once a year.
Him: You're supposed to have your teeth cleaned twice a year.
Me: I know that. Everyone knows that except your bosses. They tell us we can only come here once a year.
Him: You're supposed to have your teeth cleaned twice a year.
Me: They always say something about lack of resources, and that they can only fit everyone in once a year.
Him: You're supposed to have your teeth cleaned twice a year.
Me: That's what the dentists in the real world say, isn't it?
Him: You're supposed to have your teeth cleaned twice a year.
Me: That'd be great, wouldn't it?
Him: You're supposed to have your teeth cleaned twice a year.
Me: You know, I'm really not the one you should be talking to about this.
Him: You're supposed to have your teeth cleaned twice a year.
Me: How 'bout them Orioles?
Him: You're supposed to have your teeth cleaned twice a year.
Me: *lays there with my mouth hanging open so he'll just start cleaning my stupid teeth*
You get the idea. Automatons=not the best health care workers. Of course, this is the kind of behavior I get at most places around work. My other favorite is Ms. Fink. The Treasure Troll. Er, I suppose it should be was my favorite, as she died earlier this year, which is sad and everything....but she was really strange. She was about 4'10", weighed probably 200 pounds and had FLAMING red hair with half inch long gray roots. She kept up a constant running commentary. I always wanted to check her back to see where the hose for the air compressor went in, because she never seemed to take a breath. "Not saying you've got bad teeth ya got good teeth ya got good gums but right now you got a bit of tartar and you're on the minus side gotta get you back on the plus side back on the plus side but you got good teeth good teeth good teeth good gums this'll be a little ouchy here just a little ouchy yep got some blood but that's fine just fine getting you back on the plus side on the plus side......" All delivered in a monotone. People would avoid going to the dentist for months after they were told that they needed to go because for almost a year she was the only tech there to clean our teeth. When we were told about her death this past spring, the band room was very, very quiet, with everyone having two simultaneous thoughts in their heads: "Thank God I'm not going to have to endure another Fink cleaning," and "I am so going to hell for thinking that." The Disappointment stood up on the podium after telling us this and looked around with an odd little smile on his face and said, "Yes, we all avoided her, but you know what? She loved her job, and I'll bet every one of you fifty bucks that none of us ever forget her." For once, truth from the mouth of The Disappointment.
So I need to floss to keep myself on the plus side, ya little treasure troll freak.
I never did get to poke her stomach to see if there was a big ruby in her bellybutton. I suppose I'll learn to cope with the disappointment.....someday.
There are times when I'm really good about flossing. The last two weeks or so have not been one of those times. I've actually been relatively good about it for the last year or so, doing it maybe three times a week. I should do that more often, especially since my last dental appointment with my current employer is a'comin' up at the end of September....not that I particularly trust these people. They rarely seem to know what they're talking about, and most of the people I see don't seem to have all that much training and kind of seem to be feeling their way around. Kind of like all of the "health care" professionals I deal with. One of the things the People In Charge at work have tried to frighten me with is my future lack of health insurance....but they seem unaware of the fact that I do have it available to me. I'll just have to pay for it.
Really, though, the health care I will be getting can't be too much worse than what I have now. If it is, I'm pretty sure there would be a lot of malpractice suits.
One of my favorite things is the dentist. Once, I was having my teeth cleaned by this 19 year old, and he kept telling me that we're supposed to come in twice a year for this, and I kept telling him that we're not allowed. It went like this:
Him: Your teeth are fine, but you really need to come in here and have this done every six months.
Me: I'd love to, but we're only allowed to come here once a year.
Him: Yeah, but you're supposed to do it twice a year.
Me: Yeah, that would be nice, but they tell us that we're only allowed to come here once a year.
Him: You're supposed to have your teeth cleaned twice a year.
Me: I know that. Everyone knows that except your bosses. They tell us we can only come here once a year.
Him: You're supposed to have your teeth cleaned twice a year.
Me: They always say something about lack of resources, and that they can only fit everyone in once a year.
Him: You're supposed to have your teeth cleaned twice a year.
Me: That's what the dentists in the real world say, isn't it?
Him: You're supposed to have your teeth cleaned twice a year.
Me: That'd be great, wouldn't it?
Him: You're supposed to have your teeth cleaned twice a year.
Me: You know, I'm really not the one you should be talking to about this.
Him: You're supposed to have your teeth cleaned twice a year.
Me: How 'bout them Orioles?
Him: You're supposed to have your teeth cleaned twice a year.
Me: *lays there with my mouth hanging open so he'll just start cleaning my stupid teeth*
You get the idea. Automatons=not the best health care workers. Of course, this is the kind of behavior I get at most places around work. My other favorite is Ms. Fink. The Treasure Troll. Er, I suppose it should be was my favorite, as she died earlier this year, which is sad and everything....but she was really strange. She was about 4'10", weighed probably 200 pounds and had FLAMING red hair with half inch long gray roots. She kept up a constant running commentary. I always wanted to check her back to see where the hose for the air compressor went in, because she never seemed to take a breath. "Not saying you've got bad teeth ya got good teeth ya got good gums but right now you got a bit of tartar and you're on the minus side gotta get you back on the plus side back on the plus side but you got good teeth good teeth good teeth good gums this'll be a little ouchy here just a little ouchy yep got some blood but that's fine just fine getting you back on the plus side on the plus side......" All delivered in a monotone. People would avoid going to the dentist for months after they were told that they needed to go because for almost a year she was the only tech there to clean our teeth. When we were told about her death this past spring, the band room was very, very quiet, with everyone having two simultaneous thoughts in their heads: "Thank God I'm not going to have to endure another Fink cleaning," and "I am so going to hell for thinking that." The Disappointment stood up on the podium after telling us this and looked around with an odd little smile on his face and said, "Yes, we all avoided her, but you know what? She loved her job, and I'll bet every one of you fifty bucks that none of us ever forget her." For once, truth from the mouth of The Disappointment.
So I need to floss to keep myself on the plus side, ya little treasure troll freak.
I never did get to poke her stomach to see if there was a big ruby in her bellybutton. I suppose I'll learn to cope with the disappointment.....someday.
