My dentist is afraid of me.
In a bizarre twist, where many people are afraid of going to the dentist, everyone in my dentist's office is now afraid of me. Last time I had a cleaning, it was only a few months after Fran had passed. They are dog people and always ask about our dogs. My husband has his cleanings about a month before mine and he told them what happened. But the dentist forgot, sailed in to check my mouth and cheerfully asked me how our dogs were. I had a meltdown upside down in the chair. Could not stop crying. Then it turned out that both of their dogs had been diagnosed with cancer that year and they were facing similar issues. His wife runs the office and told me all about it.
Today was my six month checkup. I have never had a faster cleaning in my entire life. In. Out. Done. Get the crazy lady out of there.