The Bigger They Are Is Enough

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Busy day today.

I got up, crack of dawn early. God was I in pain. My back was threatening to fail on me, my fingertips were throbbing in agony, I was sore across the shoulders. It felt like I was in a fight for my life overnight. I don't know what is wrong with my back, or my fingers. I think though that the fingertip pain comes from typing too much and my back pain comes from trying to stand erect with all of this blubber in front of me. That's what I think my problems mainly are and I'm just going to have to deal or no deal.

I shit, shower, and shave, and get dressed to deal with my day. I feel good because I find that I can still fit into a neat short sleeved shirt of mine. This is great. It means that I am getting fat, but not as fat as fast as I feared. My first appointment today is the dentist's office.

I get there and go upstairs to the office reception area, which is nothing but a very short and narrow hallway. The hallway is connected L shaped to another hallway where the dentists examination chairs are. A very cramped space. So cramped that siting on the couches there is a premium.There's only two of them. On the shortest one, possibly a love seat, there is a crippled woman sitting with her mechanical wheelchair, you know the ones, the ones like little cars that you can't push and they're heavy as Volkswagons...yeah, one of those is parked in the space next to her. Selfish bitch. Park that shit outside. Nobody is going to take it. Or how about this. Just leave your fucking ass in the chair and leave the couches for everyone else.

Oh, that's too unselfish for some. They're crippled so the world must suffer for their benefit. I turn around to head for the next sofa, and stretched across the middle of it was a homeless dude with his overstuffed cart and ratty clothing. This fuck takes up the entire center of the couch, with two uncomfortable people sitting at both ends. There was no way that I was going to sit next to this flea bitten, bedbug infested prick. I've spent all the days that I want to spend pushed up against the street homeless. Those days are over for now.  I stood in the corner until a seat opened up on the couch and then the doctor called. Well, the nurse's aide first. "What are you here for?" To see a dentist, AND about this tooth in the back of my head here.

This guy takes one X-ray of three teeth in the back of my head and sends me back out to reception. I sit and stare at the wall for about an hour until I am called to an examination room in the back. I go down the narrow corridor and sit in the chair and in moments the dentist walks in and points to the little X-ray square on the light-board and says, "So you want us to look at this tooth?" I shake my head. I want to see a dentist. He turns to me, "Why?"  Uhhh, because I want him to look at my teeth. "All of them?" No, just the Wisdom Teeth that I lost when I was a kid. All of them, Genius!

The Dentist walks out and get's the dentist's aid again who walks me back to the X-ray room and this time, X-rays ALL of my teeth. Wow, talk about trying to get away with doing just as little as they possibly can. I was returned to the examination room and took a seat. After fifteen minutes, the aid brings a full set of X-rays and puts them on the light-board. The Dentist, right behind him, scans the photo in a minute and then turns to me, "Okay," he starts with a sigh, "You have three bad teeth and gum disease. Two need to be pulled, one can have a root canal. You have several loose teeth and three cavities. This means a lot of work. I don't know if your insurance will cover it all." Somehow, I feel that I am getting rooked with all of this dental work. But what can I say? My fucking teeth are a mess if I bite into white meat chicken and break three molars apart. Sure Doc, whatever you say.

"Come back for a cleaning and we'll deal with the rest of the problems as soon as the insurance company comes back with their approvals." I nod and he leaves for the next sucker...I mean, patient. I get up and make an appointment for next month and head on out to the suit store. Today I have to pick out a black suit and tie for my father's funeral.

Boy is this going to be fun.

Hobobob