…to myself for having made it through the 4-hour dental appointment yesterday. I’m very glad to have it behind me.
Bad enough the appointment started at 8.30 a.m., I ended up going there without having any coffee, as coffee seems to be one of the triggers of my hot flashes and I didn’t want be in that dental chair breaking into a glistening sweat every 15 minutes. (Plus, it might have frightened the dentist).
Before he got started, I told him about that odd dream I had some time ago where he wanted to pull out all of my teeth so that they would fit better when put back in, and he really had a good chuckle about it. (Now, there’s probably a remark in my dental records referrring to my mental health.)
When he finally finished getting those four (adjacent) teeth ready by removing old fillings and the last of my gold crowns, that side of the mouth, at least to my tongue, hat an eerie resemblence to pictures I’ve seen of Aleppo.
Either way, I’ve made it through the worst of it and if the nerve he got a bit too close to with the drill settles down again, muting the point of a root canal, I’m a happy camper.
Just not sure why the appointment in March to get the final caps put in place is also a 3 1/2 hour shingding.
Not thinking about it.