I have decided this every other week thing is gonna be awesome. It gives me more time to do the things I love, like sitting in traffic or eating dinner at 7pm. But also it gives me more time to think about things I can actually write about, versus writing a blog post that is barely longer than something I might say on Twitter.
So this week I have some sort of update for you. I had an orthodontist appointment yesterday at 9:45AM, which was mostly sad because I then couldn't go out for lunch. Working with my mom does have perks though, and this includes her sharing various food items with me so I wouldn't starve (plus she made tacos for dinner...woo!).
Anyway, I got to the orthodontist right on time, and didn't completely fail at parking like I did last time. For reference, there is no parking lot, and there is room for maybe 3 cars in front of the building on the street. Also, I cannot parallel park even with a fancy back up camera. Then I'd say about 3 major things happened.
1. There was a tiny dog in the waiting room. I can't even emphasize how small this dog was. It made my day when it barked at me with that little noise dogs make like "boof". It was trying to intimidate me, but it was just so tiny! Okay, I'm over it...kind of.
2. I'm told my teeth are moving quite nicely, especially the bottom ones! It's a little surprising because I have broken off all but 2 of the attachments on my bottom teeth. Yet somehow whenever I go to put the new trays on, they fit just fine. He noticed that too, so he said we didn't have to bother attaching them again for now. This appointment, overall, killed about 45 minutes of my time, and most of it was me sitting there, so I was glad to leave. I guess being obsessive about wearing my braces is paying off! He mentioned maybe moving a little faster in the future if this keeps going. I don't know much about that, but I do know it's like, a real thing Invisalign does sometimes. I forget the exact name so I will just call it...TURBO INVISALIGN.
Now let's get to the real story...
3. I sat in the dentist chair telling the people there about how I love Christmas. It was just polite conversation, but it sort of made me think they think I am like 14 years old. They talked to me like I was a kid, and it's like, come on, adults love Christmas too!
After sitting for a good 20 minutes my orthodontist finally walks over. With his back to me, facing the counter with the boxes of Invisalign on them, he says "Hi Lindsay!"
I continued looking at my chipping nail polish assuming this Lindsay was standing behind me. Then he walked over and kind of bent down to get my attention and said Hi again. I was just kind of like "Oh...hi!" I mean whatever, honest mistake.
He asked me how I was, and mentioned he had heard I love Christmas. I so casually mentioned loving Christmas it seemed like a weird thing, the fact that he said it again in that tone that one might use with a child. I confirmed, yes I love Christmas.
Then he tilted the chair back and kind of flossed my teeth?? I guess they do this to check the spacing or something, because he only checked certain teeth. And then, with floss in my mouth, he said something about my teeth, like, "These are looking great, Linds."
I couldn't correct him! His hand was pretty much in my mouth, and if I talked I would've taken his finger off like Gollum at the end of Lord of the Rings. But it was pretty much confirmed, this guy thinks my name is Lindsay. He then handed me my braces to put back on and again commented on how well it was all going. Then as he walked back toward the counter, he said, AGAIN, "We'll see if at some point we can speed this process up, Lindsay."
At this point it was just embarrassing and I felt like I couldn't correct him now. If it came up I was just gonna have to pretend I had heard him wrong before. Finally, when he went and picked up a few sets of trays to send me off with he looked down at the bags he was holding. I saw a spark of...something (recognition, fear?)...on his face and knew that he knew what had happened.
He handed them to me and said, "Here you are, my friend" and I thought, right, because you realize I am not Lindsay.
In the end he just put a note in my file about the rubber bands I will eventually need (ick) and said "See you in February, Stacie!" And I so badly wanted to stand up and tell him,
It's Lindsay.
Recommended Listening: Back for Christmas - Andrew Belle
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