A few of you already know that I'm a cyclist. Not a professional one, just the kind that enjoy bicycles and rides a lot. So, why am I talking about cycling on a dental blog? Well, while surfing the net I came across this guys' blog. He's a cyclist and this is how he defines his dental experience. - Tony L.
Dentistry and Other Acts of Sadism (...from his site)
I went to the dentist today to have a filling replaced. It hadn't come out, and it wasn't bothering me, but he told me at my cleaning in December that it needed replacing. I'm not sure if what he really meant to say was that he had another car/house payment coming up. Nonetheless, I went.The first question he had for me, as always, was "So, have you been riding the bike a lot lately?" My dentist is also a cyclist (though more of an occasional recreational rider). After the small talk (while he was waiting for the anesthesia to numb my jaw), he got down to business while he and the dental tech, Liddy, talked about her family. Liddy is from Mexico, and so my dentist has been trying to learn Spanish from her. Fortunatley I had two years of High School Spanish back in '79 and '80, so I can translate their conversation for you here.
- Dentist: Have you talked to your Uncle recently?
- Liddy: Yes, I spoke to him last evening by phone.
- D: How is his shoe?
- L: Very good. It has gone swimming.
- D: Did he have it pelted?
- L: Oh, no. It was suddenly appointed "hat"
- D: I'll bet he's happy. Did he drive it to wax?
- L: Very happy. Aunt Carmen stole photographs, too. And she also called a cow!
Now, I will have to admit that my Spanish is a little rusty, and the sound of the drill in my mouth was reverberating through my whole skull, but I'm pretty sure that's how it went. Oh, and something about the heart of a carrot as well, but I didn't catch all of that.
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