A dental reprieve.

I woke up the other morning 40 minutes before I was supposed to be in the dentist’s chair.  The flu was back and I (a) didn’t want to expose my hygienist; and (b) didn’t have the energy to get to the office.  I’m someone who LOVES the dentist so I was actually very sad to be so sick I couldn’t get there.   (I like it every three months, that’s how crazy I am).

I called Gabriella, the office coordinator, and after she explained the “no cancellation policy” — she must have sensed I wasn’t faking.  She knows I’m a “regular”, so she may have taken extra pity on me.  She put me on hold, checked with someone, and when she returned, gave me a presidential pardon.

Today came the office “CYA”, but as I read between the lines, I knew she’d done everything she could to help… so I wrote her a quick mea culpa & a thank you.