Dentist
I’m off to the dentist again this morning, which is not anyone’s idea of a good time. And since they’ll be sticking things under my gums AGAIN to measure how deep the pockets are, it’s certainly NOT MINE.
A conversation from last night:
Me: I have a dentist’s appointment tomorrow morning.
BDH: Wow. You go to the dentist more often than anybody I know.
Me: Yes. That’s right. That’s so when I am sixty, I won’t have big gaps where my teeth ought to be.
BDH: I fully support that.
Also? You will not be amongst the irritating old-ish type people who are fighting miserably over that LAST pistachio pudding.
In and of itself?
A good place to be, I think.
Comment by Kelly | May 1, 2008
I also went to the dentist yesterday. I am over sixty and guess what I am in for? Implants!!!!! I must admit that it is a scary thought to have a strange and unfamiliar object inserted into your mouth and find it is nothing to the dentist to even suggest it to me. In my early days if you had a tooth ache or a problem that couldn’t be fixed within your means it was pulled. Which is what happened to me. Root canals were never thought of at that time and might I add was not within our means. Things change and it seems that it is not a big deal to do it now. (to the dentist that is) I have had a root canal done four fillings and now implants and six crowns. This all comes AFTER our insurance ran out when Dad retired. Can I say that this really makes me peevish (to put it mildly)since I asked my FORMER dentist if there was any work to be done a year before our insurance was to run out. Does this make me a little peevish? I think not. I’m darn right Piss—————-ed. Am I allowed to say that? Sorry about that BDH but I just had to vent some of my anger.
Comment by Carole MacDonald | May 1, 2008
Oooooh! Mom’s on the warpath! Look out dentists!
(I don’t envy you. It makes getting things stuck under my gums sound like a walk in the park.)
Comment by CinnamonOpus | May 1, 2008