YESTERDAY WAS A DAY OF MINI SERMONS...
She put the camera pen in my mouth, taking pictures of each tooth. By the way, no one's teeth look good up close, let alone 46 year old teeth. It's a bit like the philosophy that tan fat looks better than pale white fat. Up close anything in mid life is never a grand idea nor flattering! Her sermon morphed to declaring, with great urgency, about the 4 cracks in my back bottom right molar. Surely it bothered me, was sensitive, was on the brink of destruction, she emphasized in her sermonie voice. NOPE, I told her, it was feeling great and until pain drove me to the inevitable root canal and crown that was in that tooth's future, I would gamble daily for as long as it held up. To me it was paramount to my car dealer telling me I would need new tires in 20,000 more miles but opting to spend the $1200 now to buy them when there is still wear on them!
Her sermons were not garnering salvation, repentance, agreement or acquiescence from me. She had to say them, was compelled even. I though, did not have to do them or even agree with her timetable. And I did not:)
By the nurse practitioner at the OBGYN office during my yearly exam, I got told that because I was a thin white woman in my upper forties I needed to take calcium - brittle bones would get me (I didn't even bother to tell her I have a borderline high calcium level in my body). She needed to speak her mini sermon. I let her preach with no intention of taking calcium. She could be happy, and so could I. I also wasn't taking enough vitamin D or fish oil. Evidently, I was not living up to the vitamin and mineral standards out there.

A good sermon should always shame you into something. Guilt you to action. Cause you to succumb to the weight of the topics discussed. Something. She knew I couldn't be trusted to get the appointment made for a mammogram, but would take the brochure home and throw it away after a respectable amount of time. Leaving the room briefly she returned with a date and time scheduled for a mammogram. I suspect it was her way of feeling like she got a convert, someone to go to the medical altar call she had been pleading for. I still though am not going to take calcium.
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