I feel a bit like I was blindsided by a ninety year old grandma. She came in needing teeth. Had some old, old dentures that needed replacing. Had tried several places and each time the teeth made were a “terrible fit”. So she came to me. And I tried my darndest. I really did. I was prepared today to start over again but she had had enough. And that is fair in a way. Someone her age should be expected to adjust to new stuff with difficulty and I think she just has too much stuff going on in her life right now medically.
I guess I was done in by her need, her seeming feistiness and maybe by my own pride at being able to make pretty good dentures.
One refund cheque must go in the mail.
Days like this I think I should stop making dentures. They are the only dental work for which I have ever had to issue refunds. And I do honestly try my very best to satisfy the needs of the patient so it is a real let down to have a patient give up on me, refusing to let me rectify the problem. Makes for a crappy day.
I am reminded from time to time that I need to make time for solitude in my busy days. Yet some days, circumstances just seem to work against finding this time.
This morning, I was heading out to Gatecrashers – our 6:30 am prayer time at church. I was even running on time. Then I did something stupid. I decided to let the dog out for a few minutes so she could do her business outside rather than in her kennel. I had not forgotten that yesterday our fence was taken down so it could be rebuilt but I thought that a few minutes would be enough and then I would call her and she would come. I am sure she was out only 5 minutes. I called her but she did not come. I went to the front door and called there, but no dog. Then I hopped in the car and began to drive around the neighbourhood. Driving around calling for a runaway dog is not conducive to either talking to God or listening to him. Finally, I decided that I might as well go home and give up on both the dog and on making it to Gatecrashers. I drove up the driveway and there she was – safely in the back yard as if she had never left.
I did make it to the church. God was present in our midst in spite of my crazy morning.