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.