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Nine hours in a Dentist’s chair: my own version of The Marathon Man



Yesterday I spent nine (count ‘em, nine!) hours in a dentist’s chair getting major dental work done. Even tranquilized, thee were lots of other places I’d have rather been.

How major?

Well, most of my bottom teeth were removed, bones were grafted, and temporary teeth were screwed into place.  Pain is the name of the game today, and I am not speaking more than a few semi-entertaining grunts. To say that I am not in my Happy Place to day would be something of an understatement.

How did I get to this sad state of affairs?

Well, through a variety of situations - speed in the 1970s, and not having braces when I should have, and a not taking advantage of whatever dental insurance I ever did have, my teeth have not been in the best of condition.

Being a diabetic, it is in my bext interest to take care of them.

Which is the point of today’s blog, I suppose.

If you don’t take advantage of your dental plan at work - even if it is only for X-rays and cleaning,  you are a damn fool.  

Most dentists I know are completely non-judgmental, so don’t let that stand in your way. Teeth don’t get better all by themselves.


Quote of the Day

The skepticism of youth signals the beginning of a search for something actually worth trusting, both within one’s own psyche and in the world. That’s why teens, supposedly stuck in life’s lost years, are so unequivocal about what they love and what they hate, and so frustrated when they feel misunderstood. The adolescent spirit is not the spirit of the lost. It is the conviction that they are not lost -that wandering has purpose, and that what you deserve more than anything is the freedom to walk awhile on your own path. - Ann Powers


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