I had to go to the dentist today for my last appointment to fix everything I have been ignoring for the last ten years because of my crippling case of dental-phobia. This particular dentist is about 16 years old and wants to be called Dr. Stephanie. (Not her real name, but you get the idea, Doctor + first name). She did a pretty good job last time. She was quick, and it was relatively painless so I wasn't dreading today too much. First she told me what she would be doing; filling three cavities, one which she said was "deepish" and might be sensitive for a while. Then we talked about Days of Our Lives for a while and then she got busy. It wasn't too bad until she cut her finger and bled into my mouth.
yeah, that's right, I said, BLED INTO MY MOUTH!
That kind of sucked for both of us. Now I have to go to the clinic later and have some blood drawn to prove to her that I don't have HIV or HCV or HBV or an other kind of virus. I wonder what I caught from her? Probably nothing, I'm not worried about it, but I am so ticked about having to have blood taken (I don't really feel like fainting today) that I didn't reassure her about my virus-free status and instead just said, ".... oh..... no. I'm so sorry that happened. To you."
Now I'm sitting at home and the novocaine is wearing off and the tooth she said might be a bit sensitive is hurting like someone was pounding on it with a jackhammer. Oh well, at least now I don't have to go back to the dentist for another ten years.