Minor cases in point: Yesterday I had to go back to Dr. G. my dentist because last month he X-rayed a tooth I told him I had cracked, but nothing showed up, so he sent me back home. Well, last Thursday a piece of tooth broke off and I rescued it before I swallowed it (I was chewing on a slice of Granny Smith apple.) Then a chunk of filling fell out. I had to wait five days before getting an appointment, but yesterday I took tooth part and filling to show Dr. G.Â
I sheepishly admitted to Dr. G. that I had tried to Gorilla Glue the tooth part back on and almost glued my lips shut. Â He wasn't surprised. It's not an uncommon occurrence apparently, for people to try that. Â The only solution is crown the tooth--$800.00--or pull it. He said go home and think about it. I'm worried about Dr. G. He has gained so much weight and his hair is completely white. I think he's burned out. And I noticed his office grounds needs work.
Letters are missing from the brass lettering on the bricks out front--gaps in the names. Shrubbery is overgrown, but plants by the door have died, leaving bare lava rocks with cigarette butts and gum wrappers. It looks depressing. I've always heard when a business lets itself go, it's a bad sign. Sigh. Anyway, I decided to go to Red Arrow and get my car washed and vacuumed--it was a mess--and get the oil changed.
So there in the waiting room with other people sitting around with "Ha! I didn't fall for that" look, I sort of said some blistery things to clipboard man and he responded "You've been nothing but trouble since you got here! You must not have anything better to do!" There you go, a day in the life of a D.O.L.L.
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