Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
... taking a stroll down memory lane
Thank you dental hygienists. You are the reason I will never need to keep a journal.
Unless I'm sorely mistaken (it wouldn't be the first time and certainly won't be the last), most people write about their experiences so that they can remember them later in life. Well, because of dental hygienists, we are asked to recall these experiences every six months during our bi-annual checkups. Rather than flipping through the dusty pages of our leather-bound journals, we put our brains to work by engaging in a game of memory. We recite our life's greatest moments, what we are doing now and what we hope to be doing in five years, all while the hygienist has sharp metal tools poking around our mouth. I'm sure the hygienist can't be getting anything out of the conversation because I can't even understand what I'm saying with those weapons constricting any movement of my tongue. At the very most, it must keep the hygienists entertained to hear my garbled words. However useless it is for them, this process does a great service for me - it makes me recall the stories I would otherwise have to write in a journal to remember. Dental hygienists, we (I and my posterity) thank you.
Unless I'm sorely mistaken (it wouldn't be the first time and certainly won't be the last), most people write about their experiences so that they can remember them later in life. Well, because of dental hygienists, we are asked to recall these experiences every six months during our bi-annual checkups. Rather than flipping through the dusty pages of our leather-bound journals, we put our brains to work by engaging in a game of memory. We recite our life's greatest moments, what we are doing now and what we hope to be doing in five years, all while the hygienist has sharp metal tools poking around our mouth. I'm sure the hygienist can't be getting anything out of the conversation because I can't even understand what I'm saying with those weapons constricting any movement of my tongue. At the very most, it must keep the hygienists entertained to hear my garbled words. However useless it is for them, this process does a great service for me - it makes me recall the stories I would otherwise have to write in a journal to remember. Dental hygienists, we (I and my posterity) thank you.
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