Thursday, February 03, 2011

What's in a Name?

I have to have a tooth extracted.  I had it worked on last year, and it has hurt ever since.  I have bounced back and forth from my dentist to the endodontist who did the root canal, both claiming the tooth to be fine, and neither claiming blame for the pain.  "that's his tooth" said my dentist.  Now it's infected and I'm just having it out.  The dental Surgeon's name is Wank.  Yes, he's a wanker.  Omygod, that's ridiculous, but it sounds like yank and that's close enough for me.  I am nervous and expecting pain and misery which is basically what I have now, but with the addition of bleeding.  (That's nice dear, could you change the subject?)

The thing is, I have noticed lately that people are once more becoming what their name tells you they are, as in mideval times.  So the woman doing my alterations is named Taylor, for instance.

One day I went with a friend who was getting Lasik Surgery on her eyes.  I don't know if you can get it any place else, but that's what we were doing.  She was holding on to me so hard, the doctor must have thought we were a couple, and when he finished explaining the proceedure, he asked "do you have any questions, Meg?" 

I said "Well, Dr. Foot, I would feel a lot better if your name were Iris or something, but other than that I have no qualms."

So that's my day, how's yours?

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