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Don’t scooch too far!
Date Added: May 28th, 2008
The other day at work I was really ‘in the moment’. As a dental hygienist, I’m always striving to better myself. One of my new things has been watching Eckhart Tolle and his series with Oprah~ on living in the ‘NOW’. Well, that should definitely come with a warning sign…Always be aware of your body and it’s functions!! There I was, totally in the moment cleaning a patients teeth, when I scooched a little too far forward on my stool. Number one, I was so wrapped up in what I was doing that I almost fell on him. Number two was way worse. Almost falling on my patient scared me out of my “NOW” moment and a little toot that I was holding back came squeaking out!! Of course I had to ignore it and pretend that it never happened. What a total chicken pucker moment!!
Portage, Mi.
My yearly visit
Date Added: December 29th, 2007
Get this one. I’m on my way to the dreaded “yearly” womanly exam. In my car on the way there I am trying to pump myself up with a little positive motivation. “Beth you had two kids”, “This woman has seen all your parts already anyway”, “She really doesn’t care, parts are parts…right?” As you can see, on the motivation scale it might be registering a little weak. Yet, by the time I get there I’ve found my confidence and courage to face it. The office I go to is pretty general, nice on the outside, typical on the inside. After signing in and waiting only a few minutes, I was ushered back for the dreaded affair. Yet first I have to get past the skinny nurse who of course must check my weight (figures, I’m pretty sure she models on the weekend). At this point, I’m talking confidently with her as she checks my blood pressure, asks how I’m doing, and if there is anything I need to review with Theresa (the midwife). So far so good. “Okay”, she says, “Take off your clothes and put on the robe with the slit in front. Please put the drape over your legs. Theresa will be into see you as soon as she can.” “Thanks”, I toss out, still confident that I will make it through without dying of embarrassment. Maybe I’m finally growing up, I thought, smiling and thumbing through a magazine someone had left behind. Theresa knocks on the door and I reach over to replace the magazine in the rack and sit back…still confident. Normal chit chat ensues…kids are great, work is going well…and my friend Michelle is coming home soon for a visit (Michelle is the one who referred me to Theresa). This is going great…I’m not even nervous about the upcoming exam. At this point I really am smiling, and pretty darn proud of myself. Then I happen to look down…OH MY STARS!!!! My right breast had decided to join in the discussion without asking. It had been poking out the whole time! There goes the confidence. Theresa was probably thinking “Put that thing away…I am going to check it in a minute.”
To this day I still have no confidence when it comes to those visits.
Wild Hair
Date Added: December 29th, 2007
Funny things happen to me all the time, even while I’m at work. This one’s from my younger days, newly out of KVCC where I’d graduated with my Dental Hygienist degree.
I was a fairly new hygienist and was working on a middle aged woman (maybe I shouldn’t add that part … as I’m probably considered middle aged now). As I lifted my hands out of her mouth she began talking about something … probably about her kids’ or something, obviously this was prior to me having kids, as I wasn’t really paying attention to her story. That was then it happened. I noticed a hair on her cheek … and it was a biggie, about 1 1/2 to 2 inches long. I’m sure some of you can picture where things are going, and some of you are laughing even now. Heck, even the fact that I’m like a little kid, my mind wandering from her to the mysterious hair. I couldn’t shake it. It was practically calling to me, “Touch it”. So … you guessed it … I went to brush the hair away and it didn’t move. Who would want a big old dark hair just hanging out on their cheek, right? So I proceed to take it up between my thumb and forefinger with the intent of just a helpful flick, and much to my embarrassment her cheek tugged along with it! Oh my God! It was attached. Quickly to cover my tracks I pretended to brush away toothpaste saying I had splashed some on her cheek. But I’m sure my rose colored cheeks gave it away. Needless to say … I let the stray hairs lie now.