A couple of years ago I was in the chair getting my teeth cleaned when my phone kept ringing. The hygienist finally insisted I answered it. It was my sitter saying that a piece of FOUR foot long rebar had come flying through the office window, almost hitting my sons head. The landscaping men were across the street and did not have guards on their machines. My son was fine but we found glass forever. I felt horrible for my sitter. I had no idea how big it was or how big of a deal it was until I got home.
Do you think this could explain why the last time I went to the dentist I was so stressed I had to call my husband and ask how to get there?