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Sep. 22nd, 2005
I achieved a new high score in Spider solitaire this morning: 1105. My previous best, 1066, had been on the books for several years. I won't tell you how many games I've played.
I'll catch the 11:45 bus to Toronto this morning. I still have the car but the price of gas has contributed to my decision to leave it behind. It's back up to 129.7 Canadian cents per litre here this morning, which translates to about 4.17 USD per gallon.
I have a dentist appointment this afternoon and my annual physical tomorrow morning, then I'll stay for the weekend. I'll probably make a regular post from Toronto later today.
Nitrous oxide
Sep. 22nd, 2005 05:33 pmThe left side of my mouth is tender now. It has taken the hygienist two long sessions to clean my teeth, which hadn’t received any attention in three years.
As a little boy I loved going to the dentist. I had lots of trouble with my baby teeth, but that was fine, because Dr. Mazak gave me nitrous oxide. “Now just imagine you’re riding in an airplane high above the earth,” he would say gently as I lay in the chair. It was a marvellous feeling. So he could drill away and I wouldn’t care.
The story goes that one day while Dr. Mazak worked, I started twirling my index finger into his full salt-and-pepper beard. He had to get my mother to come in, sit next to the chair and hold my hand down so he could continue.
What is it with dentists and their dreadful names? I had one with a pleasant name, but he botched a root canal and broke my tooth, so I switched to Dr. Raczik. The one I see now is Mlotek.
He doesn’t use nitrous oxide. So it doesn’t matter that he’s cute, charming and an excellent dentist. I really hate going there.
As a little boy I loved going to the dentist. I had lots of trouble with my baby teeth, but that was fine, because Dr. Mazak gave me nitrous oxide. “Now just imagine you’re riding in an airplane high above the earth,” he would say gently as I lay in the chair. It was a marvellous feeling. So he could drill away and I wouldn’t care.
The story goes that one day while Dr. Mazak worked, I started twirling my index finger into his full salt-and-pepper beard. He had to get my mother to come in, sit next to the chair and hold my hand down so he could continue.
What is it with dentists and their dreadful names? I had one with a pleasant name, but he botched a root canal and broke my tooth, so I switched to Dr. Raczik. The one I see now is Mlotek.
He doesn’t use nitrous oxide. So it doesn’t matter that he’s cute, charming and an excellent dentist. I really hate going there.