Dentist Love and Care-bears
Went to my dentist yesterday. While he was feeling around my jaws from the exterior I was thinking, OMG you're going to tell me that I have some sort of tumour, aren't you, and then I'll fail all my exams through freaking out. But, no that was just my massive paranoia. He said that I had turned a corner as far as my gum problems went. He thought that they were going to get worse after the last time he saw me, but I have done really well! I wanted to ask for a badge or something. It felt the same as when my boss praises me at work. :D Besides, my dentist is SUCH a nice bloke, not just for being ultra friendly and nicey-nice, but because he has always been honest with me. I'm pretty sure he hasn't ripped me off for any unecessary dental work yet either!
On the way home I went via the shops and was just standing in amazement staring at the fresh bread: being shocked that there was any left at 5.30pm (this supermarket seems to think that nobody would want to buy fresh bread after 4pm most days) when I was tapped on the shoulder. For a second I thought, who are these people and why on earth do they think that I would want to speak to them even if I do know them (shopping makes me grumpy). Then I cottoned on that it was the ultra nice man from the coffee shop at the station with his wife. I think they may qualify as THE nicest couple I have ever met. Yes, they're even nicer than my dentist. After managing to score a pleasant person on the checkout too, I was strolling home thinking how great it would be to have coffee-shop man and his wife as neighbours. When I got I observed to Mr Isis that I felt so incredibly happy that I had just spoken to some of the nicest people I have ever known, I felt like a care-bear (for once it wasn't grumpy bear!). Being the pessimist that I am, I have to say why can't everybody be that nice?
In other news, my exams start on Monday. I am terrified.
On the way home I went via the shops and was just standing in amazement staring at the fresh bread: being shocked that there was any left at 5.30pm (this supermarket seems to think that nobody would want to buy fresh bread after 4pm most days) when I was tapped on the shoulder. For a second I thought, who are these people and why on earth do they think that I would want to speak to them even if I do know them (shopping makes me grumpy). Then I cottoned on that it was the ultra nice man from the coffee shop at the station with his wife. I think they may qualify as THE nicest couple I have ever met. Yes, they're even nicer than my dentist. After managing to score a pleasant person on the checkout too, I was strolling home thinking how great it would be to have coffee-shop man and his wife as neighbours. When I got I observed to Mr Isis that I felt so incredibly happy that I had just spoken to some of the nicest people I have ever known, I felt like a care-bear (for once it wasn't grumpy bear!). Being the pessimist that I am, I have to say why can't everybody be that nice?
In other news, my exams start on Monday. I am terrified.