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My dentist is really good which is why I have been going there for 25 years. I've had more trouble with his assistants, one kept pinching my lips between my teeth and the instruments. Then he got a hygienist, who was rough so I refused to see her, and requested that he do the cleaning, which seems to be a note on my file as I don't even have to ask anymore.
Bloody AI. Sure, I reckon it will have some good points: Making movies of babies being Braveheart, Monty Python, Gladiator etc is NOIT one of them. Sure, I thought the first one I saw, Holy Grail, was clever, but now you can't move for the bloody things. I only hope that, like those "50's Panavision" ones, it's a brief fad.
For the first time in about a decade,  announced something really useful today. They call it Hold Assist, and what it does is identify when you are put on hold (:bat:) and puts your end on hold as well so you can do other things. Lets you know when to pick up... Cool, let's see how THEY like it. Well, if they don't hang up, of course.
Because so few people have the cancer I do I have to resort to FakeBook to connect with them. Sad, I know. But the place is a constant source of astonishment. Like, who knew that so many people had brothers, sisters, fathers, brothers, beat mates or dogs who work at Bunnings, TotalTools, you name it, who can get you awesome deals from those stores? Nothing like sharing a little secret like that on FakeBook. It's not as if just anybody can see it, is it?
I recently attended a 60th birthday bash. Guests' ages ranged from 40 to 80. Owing to certain marital criteria, I was obliged to be seated within the latter age enclave. What a dreadful experience!
I am now conversant in all aspects of knee and hip replacements, stents and a myriad of other medical procedures. I noticed that, with each procedure mentioned, it was invariably outdone by the next.
I caught every word, too, as most were deaf and yelled at each other all the time!
Anyway, after what I thought was a reasonable time, I politely left them to their ailments and mingled with the lower age attendees, who could at least hold conversations on various topics without whinging. One charming niece even mentioned how impressed she, her hubby and others were, on how long I lasted the ordeal.
I think I'll stick to 18 to 50s birthdays, from now on. [biggrin]
Next time I see you, Steve, remind me to tell you about my mastectomy.