The damn scale is back at 171 and I can totally live with that. No more weighing after breakfast, it's emotionally scarring. As is going to the dentist, which I did yesterday as per why my morning was so messed up. I needed to eat early so I wouldn't be hungry like the wolf but I also needed time to brush my teeth 47 times because that's what you do before going to the dentist...so they won't know you're a slacker. I had this college professor who used to live in Gloucester, Mass. Gloucester is a fishing community, a lot like Bar Harbor. Her husband had a doctor who simply adored him because he wasn't a fisherman and therefor his body wasn't trashed at 35. Usually, note the tone, going to my dentist is the same for me.
Every other time I've been to the dentist here in Maine, as opposed to in New Hampshire, they exclaim over my teeth. "They're so beautiful, you do such a good job" they used to say. I always enjoyed that because in New Hampshire they behaved as though my teeth were just short of falling out on their floor. "You should wear your retainer because if you don't the SUN WILL CRASH INTO THE EARTH AND WE'LL ALL DIE", is the chair-side manner you get at a New Hampshire dentist. I was really looking forward to hearing how gorgeous my teeth were and how they should be in Hollywood or something and I was disappointed, to say the least.
My hygienist spent the whole time "hmm"ing at me. That's just a shade less nerve-wracking than "ooops". So she did her thing to the tune of an orchestra of refridgerators and then called the doctor in. And he "hmmm"ed too. It's the dentist and you have all that stuff in your mouth so you can't exactly call them on the "hmm"ing so I'm waiting for the verdict and the talk about dentures or whatever and they start talking in dental speak. "Number 7 lower has a calcification, not yet fractured, put a watch on that...Number 16 upper has a thing that we can do a thing to before it becomes a thing, make an appointment stat for that one". My "stat" appointment is in January. How "stat" is January? You reckon if it was really bad they'd have told me? Or is it part of the dentist mystyque?