It was a week of strange notifications.
First, I received an email about my heavenly dentist. I am not sure if I’ve ever mentioned it here, but he is gorgeous! And also a very good dentist.
I never mind going there. I did mind when a few years ago he told me it was a good idea if I’d just come in “once a year instead of twice, because you have such great teeth, there’s never anything wrong.”
Honest, yes. Disappointing even more so.
Imagine the tenfold of such a disappointment when I read the email his assistant sent me, about all his Tuesday clients being moved to another dentist.
Somewhere two nights later I woke up and felt my sorrows transform into glorious hope as I realised his Tuesday clients were moved.
The next day I changed my appointment (for May 2022, imagine my thoroughness!) from a Tuesday to a Thursday.
Result: I was a happy dental camper again, looking forward to my next check-up, and felt a little high over my clever solution to keep my yummy dentist.
As it turned out, I needed this high, because it’s what’s gotten me through the past week.
Anyone who has had cancer or who knows someone who has had any form of this illness, can probably relate to the fear of it returning with practically every cough or sneeze.
Anyone who’s ever had their blood checked can probably relate to a certain level of panic when you receive the results on the same day as you went in to get tested.
My mum’s had cancer ten years ago.She has check-ups every year and so far, they’ve always been negative (or positive for us).
This year, she also had some blood taken and that’s where all the bells and whistles went off.
Bad news travels at the speed of light, good news at the speed of molasses
Her GP personally made sure she got an appointment in the hospital ASAP this week – the oncology and haematology department.
That’s when I knew she was going to die.
Her test results are not 100% conclusive, but the specialist said it was very likely a form of chronic leukemia. Not the nicest news, but…
Even if this form isn’t curable it is treatable. She could, potentially, still make it to 100 with it.
Safe to say this, despite the shadowy nature of the news, it was still MUCH better than anything my mind came up with.
So, I was ready to end my week on a mid-high, with my mum not dying and my personal dentist success.
Why is it that siblings always have to ruin everything ?
When I told her about Mr. Dreamy Dentist, my sister asked me if I’d looked him up on social media already.
I should have known better than to fall for that…
I learned that my dreamy dentist is absolutely nothing like the person my mind’s made him up to be. In fact, he’s not half as interesting as I thought he was!
Actually, my findings have made me look at him from a completely different point of view – and it’s not a good one!
What a massive turn-off that was. Oof!
Thank goodness I never acted on my infatuation: we are a mismatch made in every place but heaven, I’d say!
To make up for this new disillusion I slapped my sister – accidentally right on her injection mark (she got her second anti-COVID shot today).
Then again: no good deed goes unpunished.
How was your week? Any dreams gone up in smoke? Or did they become real?