Had to share…
Dr. Zahl fitted me with a temporary bridge on Thursday. It looks and feels like the final product but it isn’t. Since then, every time I get in the lift (read: elevator) at the hotel I spend a good 45 seconds in the mirror. Like a fool. Smiling, baring my teeth, grinning, sneering, opening my lips as wide as I can like an orangoutang…
You know. Just admiring my new teeth.
Well, this morning when I stopped at the reception desk to drop off my laundry (did I really only bring TWO pairs of pants including the pair I had on?) Ronny, the uber polite kid at the front desk said, “Miss Jennie, come see.”
A bit alarmed, I followed him behind the desk to the office spaces. I’d had them scan a copy of my CAC card yesterday so I could email it to my HRO manager back in Kabul and my first thought was, “Tell me no one did anything untoward with my ID…”
Ronny proudly showed me a wall of flat screen monitors displaying what appeared to be closed circuit television. To include the one with the feed from the lift.
With several other employees standing there he said, with a serious face, “Miss Jennie, we think you are a very nice lady and Miss Jennie, we too think you have very pretty teeth…”
If ever I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me away, this was it.
Just had my almost final appointment. Tomorrow is the day.
No pictures. Yet.