Oh, my poor, poor aliyahbyaccident blog. It's gone from being the beloved first child to the neglected ... first child. (Yes, in our house, we neglect all the children equally.)
Now that I'm a world-famous blogger for Jewish Values Online and Times of Israel (in which "world" = my FB friends and "famous" = some people know who I am and don't even cross the street when they see me coming), I have little time to dedicate to my first love.
But I'm here now, with some sad news.
I have a cavity. My first one, ever. At not-quite-34 years, The Streak has ended. (Cal called to offer me his sympathies. And if you don't get that joke, then clearly you did not grow up in Baltimore in the '90s. Which is a shame, because we had Chapps back then.)
The saddest part is not that the streak is over, or that they are going to stick needles in my mouth (I'm going to have to take all the soothing advice that I dole out to my children during their dental exams. I may even hold my own hand. But you know what? It is soooo much easier to be the doler than the dolee. Especially when needles are aiming at a part of your mouth that should only feel soft soft things.)
No, the saddest part is that I have to go back. I have to make another appointment. When I innocently asked, "So are you going to fill it now or do I need to come back?" the dentist looked at me as if I asked, "So, are you going to spread that dental paste all over the floor and line dance on it?"
Mah pitom???? was his indignant response. This was just a checkup! OF COURSE you need to [scary music] come back!
So. Gotta make another appointment and head back over. Here's a peek at what we're dealing with: When I called to make this appointment, I stressed that it was really important to have an early morning appointment, even if it meant waiting a few weeks. Their response: Okay, sure, how about this Thursday at 12:00? Sigh.
Anyway, sorry to return with such downer news. I hope my cavity hasn't ruined anyone's day. But cheer up! I will hopefully return soon with a Close Reading of Curious George. Stay tuned.
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