It is the season of new move-ins in our church congregation. They move in for various reasons. There is a young military family just beginning a neurology residency that moved into the city next to ours. There are several similarities in our two families if you minus 10 years from our lives.... there we are! Only I spaced my kids out a bit farther than they have. They have 3 kids under the age of 4. My hat is off to her. I saw the deer-in-the-headlights look she had on, and offered her my number. I was glad she called when she needed me the other day and I invited her over to chat. Turns out we are from the same home town, our husbands went to medical school in mid-western states and both chose neurology to specialize in. I almost wanted to tell her what her future holds since she seems to be following me, but I thought I shouldn't spoil her surprises. I also didn't want to scare her about her husband being deployed. That is sure to happen to him at some point.
Anyways she was fortunate enough to have her parents with her last Sunday for a visit. They came to help her settle in. So lucky! When I overheard them mention what part of Provo they were from I asked them if they knew someone I once worked for as a dental hygienist in that area (many years ago). They not only knew them, they had just dined with them at the country club last week. Whew hew hew.
It brought me back to the days that I worked for that office. There was this one patient who was seriously good looking. I would fight with the other single hygienist over who's schedule he'd be put in. Good looking single guys in our age range didn't just walk into the dental office every day you know. Most of them were probably out riding their mopeds around campus not focusing on daily flossing and getting 6 month check ups. They were rare. Anyways when we couldn't quite recall his name we'd just refer to him as the Greek God and everyone (all the single young assistants as well) would know exactly who we were talking about.
So one day I found him in my chair, and I found myself flustered. I was just at the beginning of the appointment doing my signature oral cancer exam. It was the part where you take your 2x2 gauze out and pull on your patient's tongue from side to side. Then next you tell them to put their tongue on the roof of their mouth so that you can see the underside. I must have been thinking about something else because here is what I said and I quote "Go ahead and put your tongue on the roof of my mouth." It was a good thing I was wearing a mask because my face must have been a deep shade of maroon at that moment. He simply smiled like he got that all the time. What a cocky sucker! I managed to laugh it off but I couldn't have been happier to have him leave the office that day and I never fought for him to be in my schedule ever again.
On a scale of 1 to 10 I am thinking that one rates right up there! You got one you want to share?