Went in this morning to the dentist for a checkup and cleaning. I hadn’t been for a number of years, thanks to getting busy with, well, moving, writing books, my son’s illness, everything else that happens in life . . . you know the drill.
Anyhow, I have cavities, plus old fillings that need to be fixed and redone. It’s going to be expensive. Very. Expensive. Sigh. I don’t really care about the pain of it–After all my health issues (all of which involved significant pain), I can handle it. The first cavity I ever had was when I was around 38 years old. Yes. I didn’t go to a dentist for something like 25 years after seriously bad experiences with my dentist as a kid. Yet no cavities. I don’t know why I developed them suddenly. Possibilities include change in body chemistry, drug prescriptions, anemia, thyroid issues, lack of fluoride in the water, the significant mineralization of the water, not to mention gnomes, mouth rats, tooth termites, and toothquakes of the mouth. Really impossible to say.
Anyhow, my first cavity involved a root canal. Go me! Overachiever! Then I had several more, even though I brush my teeth and floss and got checked twice a year. So looks like I’ll be in to see the dentist a fair bit this next couple of months. So exciting. Not.
I have everything I need to fix Thanksgiving dinner, but now am contemplating making lasagne instead. It just sounds good. With pie. And rosemary rolls. I’ll probably just make regular Thanksgiving dinner.
I hope everybody out there has a lovely Thanksgiving day, without any strife, fear, difficulties, or sadness.