Yesterday afternoon I received a wonderful call that brightened my day. It was from my dentist's office. My dentist was out of the country so the office had to cancel my check-up and cleaning for today. (My dentist, a pastor, has gone on medical mission trips before. I'm assuming he was on another one.)
Since it was the answering machine that picked up the message, the office asked that I call them yesterday or today. I had a few minutes yesterday that I could've called them before the office closed but I waited until today to make the call. There were a couple of reasons to do so. One, I just didn't want to call. Two, I felt that the longer I wait then the lower on the list I'd go and the longer it would be until I could be rescheduled!
My dentist is a wonderful man and I enjoy his company, but I don't like going to the dentist! I never did and I still don't today. In fact, I can't remember anyone ever telling me that he likes the trip. I think most of us are like little kids still—we still go only because we have to and rejoice if our dentist's office has to reschedule at a later date!
This reminds me of an entry in John Wesley's Journal for October 28, 1765:
I breakfasted with Mr. Whitefield, who seemed to be an old, old man, being fairly worn out in his Master's service, though he has hardly seen fifty years; and yet it pleases God that I, who am now in my sixty-third year, find no disorder, no weakness, no decay, no difference from what I was at five-and-twenty; only that I have fewer teeth and more grey hairs.
Well, there you go!
Labels: Humor, Medical, Social Commentary