These days, the Mild Wife and I usually go to the dentist on the same day. We have schedules that allow us to be flexible, so we can time our appointments to line up on the same day. We're fortunate enough that we don't generally need more than just the regular cleaning, so it's more a matter of when we schedule the prescribed check up. If we're both going to be there for an hour or so, we might as well just go during the same hour.
Given this, though, this means that we both know when the other person's dentist appointment falls. Most of the time, that detail is useful because I can remind the Mild Wife that there's a dentist appointment the following week, or vice versa. It's a little thing, but it also helps to mentally track where we need to be on any given day.
This most recent time, however, this little detail led to quite a bit of hilarity. On a random evening, I noticed that the bi-annual dentist appointment was coming up, so I mentioned this to the Mild Wife. This immediately drew a mild sense of alarm, in part because sometimes we forget that bacteria doesn't take the weekend off. Now, just to be clear, we brush regularly and I think it's been decades since either of us has had a cavity. Basically, our teeth are in pretty good shape. Still, whenever you know you're about to be "tested" by the dentist, you might start wondering if you need to start putting in a little bit more effort. I mean, you don't want to have a disapproving glare or to have them tell you that you need some extra procedure.
The Mild Wife started joking about asking for an extension, so that we both had more time to prepare. We could floss more regularly, brush a little more carefully, and eat fewer items that stain our teeth. Basically, we could cram for our dentist appointment, and the dentist would give us both passing grades. We both laughed, and went about our business.
Well, as it turns out, the universe has quite the sense of humor. I found out shortly thereafter that I had to be somewhere on the day of our dentist appointment. It was the sort of thing that couldn't really be rescheduled, and it was important enough that I wasn't going to just skip it. In short, we had to reschedule our dentist appointment. Put another way, we got our extension.
I, for one, have been trying to make the most of this time. I'm pretty sure I've been a little more diligent about flossing lately, and I suspect that brushing my teeth has taken a tad longer, on average, the last few weeks. Incidentally, this also means that I laugh at myself every single time I brush my teeth. I have to say, this extension is working out pretty well for us.
Given this, though, this means that we both know when the other person's dentist appointment falls. Most of the time, that detail is useful because I can remind the Mild Wife that there's a dentist appointment the following week, or vice versa. It's a little thing, but it also helps to mentally track where we need to be on any given day.
This most recent time, however, this little detail led to quite a bit of hilarity. On a random evening, I noticed that the bi-annual dentist appointment was coming up, so I mentioned this to the Mild Wife. This immediately drew a mild sense of alarm, in part because sometimes we forget that bacteria doesn't take the weekend off. Now, just to be clear, we brush regularly and I think it's been decades since either of us has had a cavity. Basically, our teeth are in pretty good shape. Still, whenever you know you're about to be "tested" by the dentist, you might start wondering if you need to start putting in a little bit more effort. I mean, you don't want to have a disapproving glare or to have them tell you that you need some extra procedure.
The Mild Wife started joking about asking for an extension, so that we both had more time to prepare. We could floss more regularly, brush a little more carefully, and eat fewer items that stain our teeth. Basically, we could cram for our dentist appointment, and the dentist would give us both passing grades. We both laughed, and went about our business.
Well, as it turns out, the universe has quite the sense of humor. I found out shortly thereafter that I had to be somewhere on the day of our dentist appointment. It was the sort of thing that couldn't really be rescheduled, and it was important enough that I wasn't going to just skip it. In short, we had to reschedule our dentist appointment. Put another way, we got our extension.
I, for one, have been trying to make the most of this time. I'm pretty sure I've been a little more diligent about flossing lately, and I suspect that brushing my teeth has taken a tad longer, on average, the last few weeks. Incidentally, this also means that I laugh at myself every single time I brush my teeth. I have to say, this extension is working out pretty well for us.
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