The Pink Duck
June 26th 2011 21:00
What joy. Another visit to my dentist. And, I forgot to bring photos of Butterscotch and Gingersnap to look at while my dentist does whatever he needs to do with my mouth.
I did find a picture of me and Brett in my handbag but it wasn’t the same. Not to worry; the dental assistant had another solution.
“I’ve got something for you,” she said before disappearing. She returned with a package. “I don’t let anyone touch him, especially children but I’ll let you hold him.”
At first, I thought it must have been a photo of a beloved companion animal as she once told me she kept pictures of them. I looked up as she handed me a toy that was in the shape of a pink duck, complete with fuchsia bill.
I cried out in delight, “I love ducks! I used to have some as pets!”
Knowing that no one else was allowed anywhere near the toy bestowed me a sense of honour and obligation to treasure it.
“Why is it pink?” asked my dentist.
“It must be a girl duck,” she said.
“What about a blue duck for us boys?”
I felt like a big baby, lying there in the chair and stroking the duck throughout the check-up. The bad news was he found a cavity on one of my back teeth. The good news was it was a small one which would not cause me any pain.
“I’ll just have to keep an eye on it,” he said. “If it starts getting bigger I will have to do a filling,” Great.
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