When I was studying, I continued to visit the dentist near my parents' home.
The dentist was a rather older man, with whom I overcame many fears.
I can still smell his waiting room, where I sat as a small boy, trembling, waiting for my turn. Hoping I wouldn't have any cavities this time.
The dentist couldn't have pleased me more than by grunting at the end of the check-up: ‘everything's fine!’
Unfortunately, it wasn't always like this. Regularly he discovered a spot on a molar. Then there had to be drilling, tormenting, rinsing and filling.
Luckily, I have long forgiven the old man for his cruelties from my youth.
One day, the old dentist retired.
His replacement was a perfectionist. During my first appointment, his conclusion was quickly drawn: ‘there is a lot of backlog maintenance on your teeth. Make 10 appointments.’
’10 appointments?’ I asked, surprised. ‘Wouldn't it be better if I came for a whole day?’ That seemed much more efficient to me.
‘You can do that,’ said the new dentist, ‘but you won't be able to close your gob by the end of the day.’
I prefer to do the things on my list in one go.
Take old garden cushions to the recycling park (although it's cheaper to Stuff them into a red bag from the municipality of Maastricht).
To buy a new mirror from the DIY store.
Take a chair to my son.
Collecting a repaired bicycle from the bike shop.
Do you also have a list of chores like that?
I'm happy to help you with a van or delivery van.
