I was with Meego. We were walking down a long corridor in a very clean building at the perfect temperature. After walking a bit, we came to a door. A door that beckoned us inside.
I opened the door that had just the right amount of balance for it to open smoothly with a comfortable amount of resistance. We were instantly greeted by a pleasant woman seated behind a stylish and clean counter. She knew our names.
We were directed to take a seat in the airy, sublime area just beyond the stylish and clean counter. Chairs were of just the right size and cushioning. A flat screen television displayed "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" with video and audio settings that were just right.
Next to the TV was a tasteful magazine rack - mahogany perhaps? - holding a tidy variety of crisp magazines.
Another pleasant woman appeared and asked to take Meego. I had no qualms about allowing him to go off alone with this stranger while I wrote things down on smooth, high-quality paper, with a pen that was oh so comfortable in my hand.
After a few minutes passed, she returned, asking me to follow. There was no question that I would.
We passed through a very spacious sunny room with smooth wooden floors. Huge windows provided an amazing view of a nearby private golf course and majestic mountains. There were others in this blissful space - bodies suspended in the supine position. I thought to myself, "They're either really relaxed or.... or...." Were those people.... dead?
Then it occurred to me. Was that what this place was? Had Meego and I crossed over without realizing it? Was this place heaven?? I looked to the pleasant woman. Grandma?
She sat behind a desk and gestured for me to sit as well, then she turned her computer screen towards me.
Back to reality.
No, we weren't in heaven. We had entered... The Land of Orthodontia.
While growing up, the closest I came to orthodontics was witnessing my friends' braces and the hideous headgear they had to wear during slumber parties. Chaco and Wolfgang both managed to avoid braces, so it only seems right that Meego should pick up the slack.
He's got bite issues, so we were referred to this ambrosial orthodontist practice and had our consultation yesterday. I felt under dressed.
I've been to my share of dentist's offices and procedures, but this.. THIS! We have arrived. Thank goodness for insurance.
We go back tomorrow to get an impression for his bite plate.
I can hardly wait.