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To Be Fair

 

After all the shenanigans in November regarding my dental appointment, finally, I managed to have a check-up today. As happened last time, I was sent three reminders plus medical forms to complete and return online. I thought, I’m not going to fill in any more forms. They can use the ones I returned in November. Plus ça change since then. And if they ask why I failed to return the forms they sent, I’ll just say what forms?/I couldn’t be bothered/ I broke both my arms/ the dog ate my phone AND my iPad/ life is too short for admin/I’ve had a bad dose of Reynaud’s and can’t feel my fingers/ I temporarily lost the ability to read following a freak accident when a frozen owl fell on my head…oh, the excuses were endless and I had them all ready to go. 

Needless to say, they didn’t ask. I had my check up, the dentist smoothed off a rough edge of filling, we had a bit of banter about why men tend to mumble when they speak. He said my gums and mouth were healthy, there were no problems he could detect, all good to go. He said, ‘You look after them pretty well - to be fair.’

‘To be fair?’ What’s that supposed to mean? To be fair, indeed. But then my dentist looks about 12 years old and ‘tis common parlance amongst the youth these days. To be fair. 

I made an appointment for this time next year and skipped off, light of foot and heart the way one does when one doesn’t have to make further appointments because something dodgy is found to be going on. I wasn’t even directed to the hygienist! 



Comments

Anonymous said…
“To be fair” indeed! I hear that phrase mostly from my UK colleagues when it really has nothing to do with “fair” 🤔
A most overused term. Same with the word “like”.
KJ
9 January 2024 at 02:23
Denise said…
Exactly, KJ. My dental hygiene has more to do with diligence than fairness. Ha! My current bug bear re: the use of my beloved English language is the dropping of ‘h’ and ‘t’ from words by BBC continuity announcers. And pronouncing words like ‘with’ as ‘wiv.’ Aaaarghhhhh!!! Sometimes they are totally incomprehensible and I long for the days of Received Pronunciation. Either that or I’m going deaf.
9 January 2024 at 09:55
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