I had a dentist appointment today. It was rescheduled to today, actually, because now that I've had a knee replacement I have to take antibiotics 1 hour before any dental work including routine cleanings. I was halfway to the appointment last week when I realized I had completely forgotten not only to take the pills, but I hadn't even ordered them. Ooops. Now I have an alarm before the reminder for the appointment, TAKE YOUR DAMN PREMEDS!
Anyway, I took the 2,000 mg of amoxicillin (which made me feel crappy the rest of the day), and off to the dentist I went.
The hygienist was someone I hadn't had before, and she was lovely. Chatted for a while before, asked about the knee replacements, asked about summer plans, and then got cleaning.
While we were chatting, she mentioned that she and her husband are the only people who live in this area, that everyone else lives in the DC area. She didn't mention kids at all.
I had an insane urge to ask, because I suspected she didn't have kids, but...
I TAMPED THAT SHIT DOWN.
What the hell was I thinking? NO! BAD! Even if I would be asking out of kindred spiritship (that may not even be accurate), it's not okay to ask. Probably, if she had kids, she would have mentioned them. People with kids tend to lead with stuff about their kids. Also, she didn't ask me if I had kids. I feel like people without kids don't tend to lead with that, either.
Either way, it was none of my business. But man, it was weird to have the urge to ask the question that I myself dread! I'm glad I resisted.
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