Conflict

I’m getting my wisdom teeth out. Fun, fun.

I went to see the oral surgeon today, and he was telling me about the procedure, and what to expect.

Him: So when you go in, it would be best to wear something comfortable, like sweats and a T-shirt.

An image of my most comfortable outfit flitted through my brain; a flannel calico dress that would have been very fashionable pilgrim-wear.

“But-but-but-but,” I said, “I only wear long dresses.”

Him: “Oh dear, that won’t do at all. Perhaps you could wear your pajamas. Lots of patients do that, as they go home and sleep right after the procedure.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I wear floor-length nightgowns to bed.

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