I call Uncle.
I surrender to the dental hygienists and if I could get my hands on a white paper clip-on bib, I’d fashion it into a flag and wave it. Because I’m looking at possibly never being able to get dental care in North America or the United Kingdom until I can get my name legally changed and some work done on my face.
A few days ago I wrote a blog post about a recent visit to my dentist in which my dental hygienist PO’d me. Did you know that the dental hygienists are an extremely close-knit professional group of people who, if one of their own is attacked even as benignly as via a little-read humor blog, they will go all kinds of crazy on your ass? Postal workers have nothing on these people. I officially coin the phrase Going Dental Hygienist and plan to use if often so it will catch on.
And I say that in all respect. For 24 hours, I watched that one blog post go viral (not in the good way), get reposted and comments blow up on several Facebook pages and The Morning Journal, where it was posted along with my own website and blog site. I also got a bunch of emails and private Facebook messages. One dental hygienist even found an author Facebook page I set up but never got up and running. Going Dental Hygienist doesn’t just mean unleashing a shitstorm of fury, it means being resourceful as heck. [Read more…] about Was the Humor Too Biting?