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Today I met the dental nurse from hell. She took someone like me, who has never had a single problem with her teeth, and implied that I was grinding my teeth in my sleep all the time (something I do do, but only when I'm stressed and I know it since it wakes me up with my jaw hurting), that I need braces (laughable since I have the slightest of crossbites, as every dentist for the past 21 years has told me), that I should have my wisdom teeth out (because cleaning them is so hard?!) and that I don't brush and floss enough (I brush and floss every day and take a ridiculous amount of time doing so as anyone who has slept over/had me sleep over knows). She had her guilt factor on full ("Well, it's your choice, but if you don't take care of it..." etc), which was amusing to both me and my mum since we're Jewish *gleefully encourages stereotypes* and her attempt was blatantly transparent and really only works when it's a close relative *regards her own Mum sideways*.
Unfortunately for me, she was the one who worked on my teeth and damn was she brutal, making this my most painful ever trip to the dentist. I was still bleeding an hour later. And, she proceeded to insult me the entire time she was cleaning. First implying that I didn't floss (her response when I denied it "Oh, I believe you." Then why'd you tell me four times, bitch?). Then she asked my major and when I told her archaeology she said, "Oh, we both do similar things. You dig up old things, and I dig up things." She was digging a sharp metal implement into my gums at this point, which made it rather difficult to tell her to fuck off. Then she babbled on about "the box with writing on it" found in Israel, which I hadn't heard of because 1) nothing is news in archaeology until it's been published and 2) I've been living and breathing my dissertation for the past months. Obviously I wasn't a very good archaeologist if I hadn't heard of it *headdesk*
I'm not actually all that upset about it, ('ceptin the rough cleaning cause my teeth still hurt dammit!) mostly cause it was amazing that she got away with being such a bitch. I'm seriously hoping I never have to see the woman again though.
Just in case I had managed to forget that I often get mistaken for a sixteen year old, today it happened twice. First at the dentist where they returned a form to me, and said, "You need to get your Mom to sign the bottom and date it." I looked at her for a moment, and said, "Do you need my mom to sign or me?" And then she checked my age, and apologized, and said I must get that a lot. She had no idea. Second, my mum went to pick up a doctor's note for my bro (who is also sick) at the doctors office (turns out I have sinus infection and am now back on antibiotics. whee!) and the lady asked her, don't you mean two doctor's notes? at which point my mum had to explain I was in college. Oy vey.
ps. I must recommend, this flash animation. One Ring to Rule Them All 2. Tis very silly.
Unfortunately for me, she was the one who worked on my teeth and damn was she brutal, making this my most painful ever trip to the dentist. I was still bleeding an hour later. And, she proceeded to insult me the entire time she was cleaning. First implying that I didn't floss (her response when I denied it "Oh, I believe you." Then why'd you tell me four times, bitch?). Then she asked my major and when I told her archaeology she said, "Oh, we both do similar things. You dig up old things, and I dig up things." She was digging a sharp metal implement into my gums at this point, which made it rather difficult to tell her to fuck off. Then she babbled on about "the box with writing on it" found in Israel, which I hadn't heard of because 1) nothing is news in archaeology until it's been published and 2) I've been living and breathing my dissertation for the past months. Obviously I wasn't a very good archaeologist if I hadn't heard of it *headdesk*
I'm not actually all that upset about it, ('ceptin the rough cleaning cause my teeth still hurt dammit!) mostly cause it was amazing that she got away with being such a bitch. I'm seriously hoping I never have to see the woman again though.
Just in case I had managed to forget that I often get mistaken for a sixteen year old, today it happened twice. First at the dentist where they returned a form to me, and said, "You need to get your Mom to sign the bottom and date it." I looked at her for a moment, and said, "Do you need my mom to sign or me?" And then she checked my age, and apologized, and said I must get that a lot. She had no idea. Second, my mum went to pick up a doctor's note for my bro (who is also sick) at the doctors office (turns out I have sinus infection and am now back on antibiotics. whee!) and the lady asked her, don't you mean two doctor's notes? at which point my mum had to explain I was in college. Oy vey.
ps. I must recommend, this flash animation. One Ring to Rule Them All 2. Tis very silly.
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