Whoever said TB tests don’t hurt was LYING. Then the nurse told me, “don’t play with the bubble under your skin.” The world was spinning all the way to the dentist’s office where I forcefully suggested that unless he wanted a very suspicious looking girl passed out in his lobby he should give me a band-aid so I couldn’t see the skin-bubble. I got a band-aid. Never under estimate the power of a little crazy. OR big brown eyes…
Addendum: Yes, the dentist was single, and yes, I flirted with him to convince him that there was just simply no need to get my wisdom teeth out before he would OK my mission papers, and yes, several batted eyelashes later he wholeheartedly agreed.
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