What do you do in the dentist’s waiting room? Magazines. There was this informative article about caregiving but it was a bait-and-switch because it put my emotions into the future and inevitable reality.
When they called me in and started making small talk, I
discovered a lump in my throat and attempted to be courteous quietly. (Henceforth I will be more understanding of
people who rudely give short answers.)
I grabbed the dark plastic glasses without making eye
contact and eagerly got into the dentist’s chair so they would maybe stop
asking me how I was and how my family was etc etc.
For the first time in my life I was relieved when they put
their tools into my mouth because it distracted me from thinking about caregiving. But soon I had to laugh because I realized I had
flipped back to caregiving to distract me from what was going on in my mouth. So I flipped back and forth. I just couldn’t make up my mind what to think
about!
Life is full of mysteries.
Just give me a warning next time!
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