At the dentist? Really?!?
Posted in Nourishment for the Spirit » Kathy's Blog on Sunday, January 24, 2010

(continued from 'The Wait is Over')

 

 

It was another one of those crazy days…. Kids have band practice, homework and they’re begging me to take them ice skating. I’ve got a pile of magazines to go through, email to catch up on, and wanted to do some form of physical exertion to let my muscles know I haven’t forgotten them. 
 
In the meantime, I was on my way to the dry cleaners, thinking about my mom when I realized I had an appointment scheduled at the dentist tomorrow that conflicted with another appointment.   I called to reschedule. The woman said it was less than 24 hours from my appointment so they would have to charge me.  
 
Suddenly I felt a lump in my throat. Uh-oh. Here it comes. All the emotion that I have been feeling about my mom being diagnosed with cancer chose to come out now…… on the phone with the receptionist at the dentist’s office.
 
“Are you there?”, she asked. Deep sobs. Can’t speak. “Hello?” Take a deep breath. “My (sob) mom (sob) just got (sob) diagnosed with cancer.” Why didn’t I just hang up the phone?!   “Excuse me? Are you okay?” 
 
I apologized, repeated that my mom had cancer, apologized again. The receptionist was so understanding. While I was trying to pull it together, she told me that her son-in-law had fought and survived a brain tumor. She comforted me and said it was okay. I apologized again and we rescheduled my teeth cleaning. As I sat in the parking lot of the dry cleaners I decided to finish my sob session. It’s not often that I break down and cry (except when I’m watching Extreme Home Makeover) so I looked around to make sure no one was watching.  
 
Why is it impossible for me to cry at the appropriate time? The last time this happened I was at Jewel. I don’t remember what emotion I had buried but I was suddenly upset that I couldn’t find marshmallows. I must’ve searched every aisle TWICE. They were nowhere to be found. Uh oh. Here it comes. I immediately began my search for a deserted aisle to ‘open the dam’.
 
Okay. Time to get it together. Reaching into the glove box, I grabbed an old napkin from Subway, wiped the mascara off my face,  grabbed my clothes and headed in to the dry cleaner.

 

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