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Hey Ruffian, this is a great journey so far for you. How were those 4 days off? What track are you listening too?
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Hey Z-Man, the four days off were... smooth! I'm listening to the Ultrasonic track.
I had an interesting experience on my fourth day off. I had an appointment with my dentist to check the site of some surgery I had had done the previous week, just to be sure it was healing properly. I was ushered into an examination room, which was one of three rooms that had been created from one large room by installing divider panels. From my room, I could clearly see another patient waiting in another room who had obviously arrived before me, and I could partially see the room where the dentist was working on another patient.
So I sat and waited. And waited. And waited. Ten minutes passed, fifteen minutes, twenty. I was getting peeved. I mean, it would only take five minutes for the dentist to check my mouth!
And then I took a breath and said 'what am I doing?' I didn't have any other appointments after the dentist. I was sitting comfy in the air conditioning. What was my problem?
So I turned my attention to a painting (well, a print of a painting like you see in professional's offices) and started studying it. I had noticed the painting when I had entered the space, and kind of liked it a bit. But as I studied it, I had a whole different impression. It seemed to me that there was not even one real or one honest brushstroke in the whole painting. It was as if I was perceiving it visually, cognitively, and viscerally, all at the same time.
Needless to say, my state had definitely changed, and for the better. After a short while, one of the dental assistants/techs came into my room, and confided that the patient that the dentist was working on had arrived for their appointment forty-five minutes late (!!!) and the assistant thought that the dentist should have made them make a new appointment for some future time. So the dental staff, and I'm sure the dentist, weren't happy either. Their schedule had been totally disrupted, with all manner of extra pressure laid at their feet.
So finally, as I'm talking with this assistant, the dentist, and two other assistants/techs, came into my room. I forget what the original assistant said, but I replied “you should write a song about it, the Dental Blues“. And at this point I started singing, “I got those dental blues baby...” and everybody laughed, and all was right with the world!
Hey Ruffian, this is a great journey so far for you. How were those 4 days off? What track are you listening too?
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Hey Z-Man, the four days off were... smooth! I'm listening to the Ultrasonic track.
I had an interesting experience on my fourth day off. I had an appointment with my dentist to check the site of some surgery I had had done the previous week, just to be sure it was healing properly. I was ushered into an examination room, which was one of three rooms that had been created from one large room by installing divider panels. From my room, I could clearly see another patient waiting in another room who had obviously arrived before me, and I could partially see the room where the dentist was working on another patient.
So I sat and waited. And waited. And waited. Ten minutes passed, fifteen minutes, twenty. I was getting peeved. I mean, it would only take five minutes for the dentist to check my mouth!
And then I took a breath and said 'what am I doing?' I didn't have any other appointments after the dentist. I was sitting comfy in the air conditioning. What was my problem?
So I turned my attention to a painting (well, a print of a painting like you see in professional's offices) and started studying it. I had noticed the painting when I had entered the space, and kind of liked it a bit. But as I studied it, I had a whole different impression. It seemed to me that there was not even one real or one honest brushstroke in the whole painting. It was as if I was perceiving it visually, cognitively, and viscerally, all at the same time.
Needless to say, my state had definitely changed, and for the better. After a short while, one of the dental assistants/techs came into my room, and confided that the patient that the dentist was working on had arrived for their appointment forty-five minutes late (!!!) and the assistant thought that the dentist should have made them make a new appointment for some future time. So the dental staff, and I'm sure the dentist, weren't happy either. Their schedule had been totally disrupted, with all manner of extra pressure laid at their feet.
So finally, as I'm talking with this assistant, the dentist, and two other assistants/techs, came into my room. I forget what the original assistant said, but I replied “you should write a song about it, the Dental Blues“. And at this point I started singing, “I got those dental blues baby...” and everybody laughed, and all was right with the world!
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