In which our heroine is revealed not to be a heroine at all, but a villainness
About two weeks ago, I noticed a curious pain in my tooth when drinking either hot or cold liquids. After some research, I came to the conclusion that I have a cavity. I informed the medical officers in advance and on Wednesday, arrived for my Close of Service medical review. Yesterday, I had the physical exam and the dental appointment.
By the time I reached the dentist, I was looking forward to my filling. Tooth pain is no fun, and it took me a long time to come to terms with my cavity. At first, I viewed it as a moral failure. How could a good girl like me, who brushes her teeth twice a day, come to this? My own mother even jokingly referred to me as a fallen woman. However, I came to the dentist, ready to face the music-- only to discover that I have no cavity! In point of fact, my rear teeth are misaligned! What a shock, and to discover this at the age of 24, rather than 12. Surprise, surprise.
This is nothing, however, compared to what the doctor had to tell me. I told him I'd sadly lost the cartilege in my right ankle over a year ago, and now my right ankle clicks constantly. It's an annoyance, but one I can live with. He rotated my foot to check it, then all of a sudden, informed me that I am practically flatfooted. Not only that, but my shoulders are of differing heights. In short, I am a reincarnation of Hawthorne's Roger Chillingworth, of Scarlet Letter fame. I am no heroine, but a villainness. Sarah is far too tame a name for me. I shall have to find myself a new name, the better to reflect the wickedness of my character. After all, it is already apparent in my appearance.
By the time I reached the dentist, I was looking forward to my filling. Tooth pain is no fun, and it took me a long time to come to terms with my cavity. At first, I viewed it as a moral failure. How could a good girl like me, who brushes her teeth twice a day, come to this? My own mother even jokingly referred to me as a fallen woman. However, I came to the dentist, ready to face the music-- only to discover that I have no cavity! In point of fact, my rear teeth are misaligned! What a shock, and to discover this at the age of 24, rather than 12. Surprise, surprise.
This is nothing, however, compared to what the doctor had to tell me. I told him I'd sadly lost the cartilege in my right ankle over a year ago, and now my right ankle clicks constantly. It's an annoyance, but one I can live with. He rotated my foot to check it, then all of a sudden, informed me that I am practically flatfooted. Not only that, but my shoulders are of differing heights. In short, I am a reincarnation of Hawthorne's Roger Chillingworth, of Scarlet Letter fame. I am no heroine, but a villainness. Sarah is far too tame a name for me. I shall have to find myself a new name, the better to reflect the wickedness of my character. After all, it is already apparent in my appearance.
posted by Life Called | 6:20 AM
2 Comments:
Don't mean to intrude but I was excited to come across your blog. I am interested in your character and would like to link to your blog?
I'm not sure what you mean when you say character, but I don't object to you linking to me. However, what title will you give me?
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