Public Service Announcement
My muse has been on a roll lately, but Pluto is somewhere in my chart and wreaking havoc, so it’s been sort of a dark, dreary muse. I didn’t want to keep posting these heavy articles and there is really only one light hearted topic that keeps coming up for me to write about. Now although I am writing this in a light hearted way, I am really being quite serious. The weird thing is, my conscious mind thinks it’s silly and I shouldn’t waste my time on this subject, but my subconscious keeps kicking it back and now I feel compelled to share my thoughts. I think this is for one of you out there reading my blog, and if in the future you actually use this advice, please let me know so this venture, for me, was not futile. I will do my best to keep this short and sweet.
Last weekend the kids were away and I went to dinner with my Mom, Dad, Brother in Law, and my two nephews. The lighting in the restaurant was dim, it was dark when we got outside, and then when we got back to my sister’s house, I had to leave to come home to take care of my dogs. I got home, nested on the couch and was settling down for a quiet night with my dogs. I was scratching under my dog Pepper’s ear when he screamed in pain and snapped at me. He has terrible arthritis and I thought maybe I smushed a paw (he was cuddling with me on the couch) so I was still tickling his ear as I was examining his legs, when he screamed again and snapped. I then realized the problem was his ear. It was abnormally swollen and he wouldn’t even let me touch the air around it. I had a five minute pity party, pulled myself together, and took him to the emergency room. The place was very well lit and bright, I was treated well by the two women at the front desk, the vet tech was pleasant, the vet was cute, Pepper had a hematoma (collection of blood) in his ear, and off we went.
So why am I telling you this story? Right before I brush my teeth I always look at my teeth in the mirror, and that night, to my utter horror and dismay, I had food stuck between my two front teeth AND another large(!) piece stuck between a tooth over to the left. People, why is it so hard for human beings to tell another human being you have something stuck in your teeth, you have something stuck to your shoe, you have a stain on the back of your pants? I can not imagine that no one I saw that evening did not notice my “black thing in my teeth” issue that night. I hope my embarrassment was not in vain. SPEAK UP! If you would want someone to tell you, then please tell them!
Debbie @ October 18, 2007