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todayiamadaisyIsn't it odd how some people can be incredibly passionate about the most unexpected things? My fellow newsreader Liz, for example, is as mild-mannered as a person can possibly be. She's a sweet, clucky (and slightly wet) hen... until today, that is, when she became insane.
We were preparing an article about a new dentist in Portland (first with the major breaking stories, us!) and got to talking about dental treatments we have had, and it came out that I still have my wisdom teeth.
"Oh my goodness!" shrieked Liz, in a manner suggesting she'd just seen an extremely large spider crawling up my arm.
"What?"
"You'll have to get them out!"
"No, they're fine."
"No, no, they have to come out!"
And on it went, Liz shrieking that wisdom teeth must come out and me saying that my teeth are fine (actually, one is growing outwards so I can scratch it on the side of my mouth if I want, but I deemed it prudent not to mention that - besides my dentist said if it doesn't worry me, it doesn't worry him either). It emerged that Liz is so passionate about this that she made all her children (she has five) get their wisdom teeth out as soon as they appeared. She then described in great detail the very nice orthodontist who did it and this wonderful routine he's developed so you get your drugs before the operation and a little chart of when to take them (at this point I was wondering, "what drugs?") and then you go and have the surgery in the morning and you're home by the afternoon! Wonderful! She highly recommends it!
I eventually calmed her down by saying that I'd remember him in case my teeth ever play up, and she said ominously, "Well, don't leave it too long." And then she went and made a cup of tea and was quite normal for the rest of the afternoon.
We were preparing an article about a new dentist in Portland (first with the major breaking stories, us!) and got to talking about dental treatments we have had, and it came out that I still have my wisdom teeth.
"Oh my goodness!" shrieked Liz, in a manner suggesting she'd just seen an extremely large spider crawling up my arm.
"What?"
"You'll have to get them out!"
"No, they're fine."
"No, no, they have to come out!"
And on it went, Liz shrieking that wisdom teeth must come out and me saying that my teeth are fine (actually, one is growing outwards so I can scratch it on the side of my mouth if I want, but I deemed it prudent not to mention that - besides my dentist said if it doesn't worry me, it doesn't worry him either). It emerged that Liz is so passionate about this that she made all her children (she has five) get their wisdom teeth out as soon as they appeared. She then described in great detail the very nice orthodontist who did it and this wonderful routine he's developed so you get your drugs before the operation and a little chart of when to take them (at this point I was wondering, "what drugs?") and then you go and have the surgery in the morning and you're home by the afternoon! Wonderful! She highly recommends it!
I eventually calmed her down by saying that I'd remember him in case my teeth ever play up, and she said ominously, "Well, don't leave it too long." And then she went and made a cup of tea and was quite normal for the rest of the afternoon.
