10:00am this morning...
An elderly client walks in requesting a review of his policies. Alright. I take him into the conference room where he's got all his policies laid out. About halfway into our session, he gets this look of discomfort on his face, and appears to be moving his tongue around in his mouth. He asks for water, which I run back to the break room and bring to him in a clear plastic cup. All of sudden, he spits a tooth into it! Yes, this bloodied, brownish and apparently cavitied molar that still has a bit of meat attached to it, sinking to the bottom of the cup. Says not a word, of course, and proceeds to ask questions about his policies like nothing happened.
By this time, the water in the cup was tinted red from the blood. He paused a couple times to take sips from it, but kept going on without excusing himself or acknowledging it whatsoever, and I'm trying really hard to focus on what I'm doing without gagging.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he looks at his watch, grabs his papers, thanks me for clearing things up for him, and just leaves the cup on the table for someone to throw away.
I figured it was best to not say anything and let the guy just leave.
I am back.
By this time, the water in the cup was tinted red from the blood. He paused a couple times to take sips from it, but kept going on without excusing himself or acknowledging it whatsoever, and I'm trying really hard to focus on what I'm doing without gagging.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he looks at his watch, grabs his papers, thanks me for clearing things up for him, and just leaves the cup on the table for someone to throw away.
I figured it was best to not say anything and let the guy just leave.
I am back.