Update....still no updates.

I haven’t returned to the destiny school because we had a disagreement.

I fought with the personification of this destiny.

I can’t pay, so I’ve been canceling appointments I’ve been making.

One problem that has stemmed from this is that my dentist gets angry, but especially when this is done at the last minute, which I usually do, since I expect to have the money and then that falls through.

The sky is filled with white dwarfs, is a statement no one will ever say when a dentist is using them and/or angry at what’s being insinuated.

My dentist gets mad, basically, because I canceled at the last minute and I insisted that what he was insinuating was that I was a bad person because I didn’t have $300.

I made the debate about Calvinism.

Stinky ass beaches don't occupy my weekend plans.

This voice on the phone belonged to my dentist, now he hangs up.

Still no destiny...

...but that's because I was busy being married and newlywed, if that's a verb I can use.

Something humorous from the wedding weekend that relates to destiny and teeth, though:

I was in Fellini's pizzeria the day I flew in (Thursday, wedding was Saturday). My wife and I were running around like junkies (I know, I know) busying ourselves with last-minute minutia. As I was in line waiting to pay hard-earned cash for my well-deserved slice, the persistent, if elusive, NYU College of Destiny (the SAME!) called me to ask if I would still like to continue my tenure as its (yes, an entity of destiny)patient and would I like to schedule a checkup?
I told them that I was getting married and that I couldn't talk right now much less schedule a renovation of my teeth. Soooo...the guy behind the counter must have thought I was talking to a collection agent -- marriage being my excuse not to discuss my burgeoning fame in the world of collection agencies -- because he gave me this I-don't-believe-you-just-used-that-as-an-excuse-now-I'm-going-to-use-that-as-an-excuse-thanks-peace-here's-your-pizza look. It was funny. You had to be there, I guess. Mangia!

More hiatus...

...and because I'm a slacker, I still have a temporary cap on from...oh, I don't know...February?

Hiatus...

My destinist graduated this month. I haven't seen him since February (as evidenced by the date of the previous post). I hope my replacement dentist has skillzzzzzz.
I hope they don't send me Buddy HACKett.

#25

Time of Entry: 11:00 am

Exit: 5:00 pm.

I assume the chair at 3 pm. Now is exam time.
To fill #8 distal. The student is nervous,
but paces himself well. Please don't rush.
This will give him no need for watch.

He comes with an assistant. The assistant
is nervous. He wants to use his hands.
The watch blocks time to understand.
This will give him no need for salt.

#26

Today today, Feb. 6, 2008.

Told my dentist that I'm now engaged. Fully.

We talked about the ethical conflict of dental exams: students there at the Destiny School must pay $2000 for an exam that requires they provide three candidates from their pool of patients. If the candidates aren't deemed worthy on the day of the exam (meaning, if the specific decay to be worked on isn't as bad as they diagnosed), the $2000 is lost. They must repay (and thus, retake) at a later time.

We talked about how easy it would be to tell patients to not brush so that they would get free fillings and such, since during exams all work is done pro bono.

Apparently, telling a patient not to take care of their teeth is unethical.

Jan. 14, 2008

I haven't written in nearly a month. Today (The January 14th version of "today" -- only Doc Brown could fix that finicky flux capacitor) I had some x-rays. No biggie. I might qualify for a paid filling (yes, they'd pay me to sit in the chair agape).