how was your morning?
December 16, 2008
So (I do so love beginning not only sentences, not only paragraphs, but entire blog posts with “so”) I got up at 6:30 to snowblow the fresh several inches of snow off the driveway, showered, then headed down to Alpine to visit the dentist.
“Why are you going to the dentist AGAIN dug?” I can hear you asking your monitor as you read this.
Well I’ll tell you.
I have teeth made of putty. This has nothing to do with my former practice of hiding candy under my pillow as a kid, nor of my current penchant (hi Jeff!) for eating every cookie I can get my hands on. My teeth are just made of putty. The rest is coincidence. I brush and floss every day. Well, I brush a couple times a day, and I floss every day. Let’s just shorten that to “I brush and floss every day.” Maybe I’m perseverating too much here.
I have put off going to the dentist for a bit, not because I dislike my dentist (he’s a perfectly nice person), but because I know that every time I go to the dentist, he’ll tell me he needs to give me a new mouth. I’m currently shopping for a dentist who won’t tell me this. You know, lie to me. Please.
Anyway. I headed down the south side of Suncrest, because my dentist is in Alpine. Driving my fairly new Subaru Outback (I know, I’m supposed to wear hemp and buy all my clothes at REI–I’m working on that), I got sideways twice. I had to pull over and let a row of SUVs pass me. So I got to the dentist a bit gripped. Sketched, if you will.
Two months ago, he told me I needed FOUR crowns. He prepped two, and gave me a filling for good measure, then two weeks later, put two permanents on and prepped the other two.
And, for the last two weeks I’ve been living on about 10,000 milligrams of Ibuprofen a day.
So this morning he went to put on the final two permanents, and I casually mentioned my vitamin “I” addiction, and he said “yeah, looking at the X-Ray, I’m surprised you didn’t call me for drugs a week ago.”
Oh really? Well, thanks.
Instead of plopping those two permanents on this morning, then, he put the temporaries back on, scheduled me for Friday morning at 7:30, for a ROOT CANAL, followed by him putting the permanents on.
I topped off my morning by stopping at Discount Tire and getting some snow tires. I decided against the metal studs. Why should I get rid of ALL my anxiety?