Something-ism.

Now, everyone has their flaws -- i am no exception. i wouldn't call myself racist or sexist or anything like that; my prejudice, like my illness, is something very obscure.

i... am a professionist.

By this, i mean i judge people based on what they've chosen as their field of work. It's absolutely rotten i know, but i can't help it -- it probably has something to do with the fact that i've had the absolute most incredible jobs ever, having been in theatre. Perhaps i'm a bit of a snob. (i worked with Indiana Jones... how do you go back to the real world after that?!) Seriously. Finance? i'm already asleep. Chemistry? Menial and out of touch.

But the worst, worst, worst of all... are dentists. Why in god's name, WHY would you ever want to be a dentist??? It takes a special kind of sadist, i think... i don't mind a good sadist every now and again, but i have always hated dentists with a passion so deep that not even i fully understand it.

Now the story reallllly gets good: i broke a tooth, so i had to land an emergency appointment this morning. (Keep in mind that i would rather cut off my own arm with a rusty spork.) So i march down to the office shaking and sleepless and not in any way excited... and lo and behold, the prettiest dentist in the whole wide world greets me in person at the door. She sits in the waiting room to chat with me about POTS and my concerns and needs. She gets me a cup of water when i drained the bottle i had brought with me.

Let me reiterate: this beautiful woman, who once upon a time said "When I grow up, I will be the handmaiden of Beelzebub himself and become a dentist!" sat down and was totally human and helpful -- i got more face time with her than i have gotten with most of my doctors. And miracle of miracles, she stops talking when i talk! (My cardiologist does not do this. It worries me.)

i'm finding it hard to hate her... my mind is blown.