pain and disinterest
I went to the dentist last week. First time in four years (and with my mum nagging me all that time). And it was a relatively painless experience - a couple of X-rays, which didn't even require leaving the chair, and a fancy digital camera shot from inside my mouth, which he showed me seconds later, to show how I could do with the plaque being cleaned off, and I ought to see a hygenist.
I think the soft-touch dentist is probably to lull you into a false sense of security. I went to the hygenist yesterday. Are they all sadists, or is it just mine? Scrapey thing. Ultrasonic cleaner. Pain. Blood. Urgh. But as my mum always pointed out after my 6-weekly trips to the orthodontist in my teens, pain is transient. And my next appointment is a whole six months away, so I'm safe from the horrors for the meantime.
Yesterday I also bumped into someone I know from uni who I hadn't seen for about four years. I went along to my regular pub quiz for the first time in about two months, found just about the only free table in the pub, and found the guy at the next table saying hello. But as someone who as always a vague acquaintance, it was a bit tricky to get the conversation beyond what we were doing now, what we we've been doing for the past couple of years, and where other people we know are these days. Until the quiz started, at least - he and his mate joined the three of us in the hope that it would give us a better chance of actually winning something. (We came in fourth or so.)
I've recently spotted various friends from school on pointless time-sapping social networking website Facebook. I've not kept in touch with most of them since I started uni, some seven years ago. I can't decide if I ought to say hello or not, though - I'm not sure if things would get beyond the same kind of 'here's where I am now' chat?
It's all a bit Grosse Point Blank. Just without the contract killings or John Cusack, and more internet.
I think the soft-touch dentist is probably to lull you into a false sense of security. I went to the hygenist yesterday. Are they all sadists, or is it just mine? Scrapey thing. Ultrasonic cleaner. Pain. Blood. Urgh. But as my mum always pointed out after my 6-weekly trips to the orthodontist in my teens, pain is transient. And my next appointment is a whole six months away, so I'm safe from the horrors for the meantime.
Yesterday I also bumped into someone I know from uni who I hadn't seen for about four years. I went along to my regular pub quiz for the first time in about two months, found just about the only free table in the pub, and found the guy at the next table saying hello. But as someone who as always a vague acquaintance, it was a bit tricky to get the conversation beyond what we were doing now, what we we've been doing for the past couple of years, and where other people we know are these days. Until the quiz started, at least - he and his mate joined the three of us in the hope that it would give us a better chance of actually winning something. (We came in fourth or so.)
I've recently spotted various friends from school on pointless time-sapping social networking website Facebook. I've not kept in touch with most of them since I started uni, some seven years ago. I can't decide if I ought to say hello or not, though - I'm not sure if things would get beyond the same kind of 'here's where I am now' chat?
It's all a bit Grosse Point Blank. Just without the contract killings or John Cusack, and more internet.