Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Teeth and knees

To explain more about the last post...

Okay, I should admit that I didn't shatter my knee when "Ayr Bay Cora" knocked me down. Basically the cow figured out pretty quickly that I did not have a clue what I was doing. After leaving the show ring with Cora (and our third place ribbon), she abruptly stopped, whirled her head back and sent me flying. The next thing I knew I was on the ground and all I saw were hoofs. I looked up to see my father staring down at me saying, "Get up, you're okay." I recall thinking, "Okay? All I see are hoofs. I'm going to die." What I didn't know is that my brother had given me the oldest, slowest cow in the barn to show. Cora just stood there and waited for somebody who knew what they doing to take the reins. I was glad to give them up - that and my third place ribbon, which I gave to my little cousin Ellen from Calgary who still has it hanging on her bulletin board. Although I gave my knee a good wack, it didn't shatter...only my ego took a beating that day.

Speaking of shattering, I managed to crack a tooth on Thanksgiving weekend. Last night I had trip number two of three to my new dentist. I put absolutely no thought or research into picking out my Toronto dentist. I walked down to the Danforth and walked into the first clinic I found. I love my new dentist and his clinic. He took pictures of my tooth and then brought it right up on a computer. There are TVs attached to the ceiling so I could watch Ellen and then the news during my 1.5 hour appointment.

Last night the dentist took impressions for both my temporary and permanent crown. After taking the impressions, the dental assistant handed me a warm packaged wipe and a mirror. I thought "What is this for?" A quick look in the mirror made me burst into laughter: my cheek and chin were covered in the white plaster like substance that had been used to take the impression. With my face frozen, I would never have noticed. The proceeding to 'rinse and spit', I merely managed to drool all over myself. One has to laugh at oneself otherwise it would just be pathetic.

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