Despite the anxiety and gruesome trauma my dentist inflicts on my psyche…I truly despise his assistant even more than I do him.
She does good work, I suppose. In his eyes only. She sucks the spit and hands the tools and yadda yadda yadda. She does all the running around for him and fetches me from the waiting room.
I went to visit my dentist enemy again yesterday….brutal, bloody, disgusting, mentally draining. You may have gathered I have a dental project happening. You are correct.
So the bitch comes to fetch me and says my name and then turns around and bolts. And I have to chase her down to find the secret dental chamber we’ll be torturing me in for the day.
No hello, no how are you, no eye contact…nothing. And I don’t really care…because I don’t like her, but come on! They know I’m dentally challenged.
I won’t go into gruesome details about what transpired at this visit, but there were tears and a little hyperventillation and little sympathy from the helpful assistant, except for her shoving a tissue into my hand. Thanks.
I think my husband called and asked what the fuck happened to me…after I sobbed to him uncontrollably over the phone. What a good man!