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VERY LONG
TOOTH'S DREAM
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has me open my mouth, so the point becomes moot.
While he works, the doc hums (actually, its more like: do do doo doot do do doooo) along (somewhat) with the almost inaudible popular tunes that are piped into the room. He doo doo doos in unconnected and unfinished spurts while working inside my head with his picks and probes.
Hirirpi has some trouble getting the crown fitted right because I have a "very long tooth," plus some gum recession. He reminds me of this about seven times during the procedure. I mull it over. If I were native American, I now know what I would be called.
Before long, he is talking basketball with Lacey, the dental technician. She is on one side of me, he on the other. They talk right past my nose, each mouth about 8 inches away. I don't actually follow their conversation, but I do hear words going back and forth - a bit like a tennis match, but without the heat, sweat and jumping around.
"Three pointer dribble basket time out ha ha game over four lane uphill snow shovel
slip slide Bessie bed room yesterday snack celery birthday ten hours ha ha condenser five o'clock
no hot water."
Continued...
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I go to Dr. Hirirpi for a temporary crown on my root canal-ed tooth. When he comes into the room, he initiates small talk by cheerily asking me what I have been up to. As I am retired, I lay there thinking a minute. Am I up to anything? My
ongoing tortuous grappling with the homeowners association board
lumbers into mind. "You don't want to know" I tell him.
He lays his tools on a tray. There is no reply.
Maybe I put it too strongly. Maybe he doesn't want to know.
On the other hand, he could be momentarily deeply engrossed in medical
contemplation. Teeth, nerves, caps, drilling, grinding, implants,
posts - busy wending his way into the province of the human mouth.
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I decide to dive in and tell him anyway, deciding to search for an upbeat angle as I go.
"Yeah, well... I bought a condo and dealing with the HOA has turned out to be more complicated than I thought." I figured that shouldn't scare him off and would leave room for
him to offer a non-commital reply about the vagaries of life or how
an HOA is like a set of teeth, periodic decay, restorations... or
maybe something about a roll of the dice.
But, no reply.
Hey, what the fi!derft did he start this conversation for? I know durn well if I brought up something about basketball, football or ping pong, we'd be deep into it already. Then he
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