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Faithful Tattooed Dentist Sitters

Well, this evening was my second trip to the dentist for work on the same broken molar. He numbed, he drilled, he painted, he drilled, he painted, he drilled some more...this went on for-fucking-ever. All the while I am listening to the nurse tell Dr. K about her love life, the details of which was all rather jr. high school for woman of her age. She was probably at least fifteen years older than me. To make matters worse the dentist was way more interested in their socializing than he was in working on my tooth. He finally decided after an hour of drilling that the tooth was so bad off that I will have to come back in to have a root canal before he can crown it. So he built me a temporary filling much in the same manner that a homeless person builds a home out of a cardboard box and sent me on my way. I was going to have to wait another two weeks for a Tuesday night appointment. He openly admitted that he didn't know if that filling was going to last long enough for me to even get out of the chair. Monkeyboy suggests I go in during the day on Thursday and let the receptionist watch the kids while they play in the arcade of their pediatric dental office that is connected to my adult dental office. She says she will keep an eye on them. He thinks that will be okay. I am failing to see that as a good idea.

For one thing, the three of them can't even ride in the backseat of the car together without getting themselves in serious trouble at least a dozen times. The younger two don't mind me very well at the dental office let alone a nine year old. I am just not liking that whole scenario. At. All.

I told the receptionist that we don't have a sitter and will have to take a Tuesday night appointment. She asked me why we don't have a sitter. I told her that I had not met anyone here yet that I felt comfortable enough leaving my children with. She suggested that we really need to join a church. Her church. Of course, because it is such a great way to socialize. She said that her church has a great children's program. Yeah that is what church is for, socialization. Nevermind the whole God thing as long as you have people to hang out with and get to know someone good enough to pawn your children off on them. I just don't think so. I am not anti-church. I am anti-hypocrisy. I won't go to church just to find a babysitter.

As I was leaving, the tell-all nurse decided to ask me why on Earth I would choose to tattoo the word Dirty on my neck of all things. I suppose telling her to go fuck herself wouldn't have been very nice. Maybe I should have told her it was so the people at the other lady's church would have something to talk about while we all socialize.

Posted by gwendolyn on April 08, 2003 at 10:33 PM