I woke up kind of cranky this morning, and for good reason. It started yesterday on my way to work. Suddenly, I noticed there was a little sharp edge on one of my teeth. So I started explorin’ it with my tongue, and my heart sank. Don’t know when it happened, but a hunk of filling must have fallen out of a back tooth. Now, this is depressing on two fronts.
For starters, I’m gonna need a crown, ‘cause after a certain age they don’t fill your teeth anymore. Frankly, there’s never enough tooth left to bother. So, ka-ching! Dr. D’s going to put a crown on the tooth in front of the crown he put on last March! Ouch! Two crowns in one year. And to add insult in injury, these teeth are way in the back, where no one will ever see ‘em except Dr. D and his dental hygienist. I mean, I got teeth I’d really like replaced. You know, the eye teeth that have a gray tinge because the veneer is thin and the silver filling is bleeding through? But no, it’s always the teeth in the way back.
So, there’s the money thing, and it’s also just another reminder that I’m at the age where the wheels are startin’ to come off. You know, parts are wearing out. Heck, I’ve had fillings so long, they just disintegrate.
And what is this thing where you sit for awhile, stand up and have to walk to the end of the block before you get a normal gait goin’. When Charlie and I spend more than an hour in the car, we have to stop at the McDonalds for a pit stop, right? And don’t we look like Mr. and Mrs. Walter Brennan as we limp through the doors? If you know who Walter Brennan is, you know what I’m talkin’ about.
Speakin’ of restrooms, the other night I was at the Brew Ha-Ha with the girls, waiting in line to use the restroom, and I had this thought. You know how when you die, your life is supposed to flash before your eyes? What if all I see is me waiting in line to use the ladies room? I mean, how much of my life has been spent waiting to take a pee? Or dealing with food? Making grocery lists, shopping, putting the groceries away, getting’ them out again, cooking, putting the leftovers away, doing the dishes, packing lunch and on and on. Sometimes, I’m just so done with it!
And how’s this for a fun day? A few weeks ago, I marked the ten year anniversary of my mom’s death by being responsible: getting a flu shot, shingles vaccine, bone density test and a mammogram. Livin’ life on the edge, right?
Anyhoo, Dr. D can fit me in today at 2:00 p.m. Oh, goody! I know that getting a crown doesn’t really hurt, but it’s the fact that it could hurt at any minute that’s exhausting. That and the smell of burning tooth and the grinding, grinding, grinding! And you know you’re middle-aged when you have to get up and pee at least once during the process.
I’ve told Charlie to stop and pick up a pizza on his way home from work tonight ‘cause I’ll tell you what: I’m not cookin’ supper. Yup, Charlie’s havin’ pizza and I’m havin’ ice cream. You know, strictly for medicinal purposes.
That’s if for now. Catch you on the flip side!
Comin’ Up This Week
November 16: The Best of Ida, Ogunquit Performing Arts, 7:00pm, Ogunquit, ME
Performances and Book Events: Fall
November 30: Book Signing with Rebecca Rule, Kittery Trading Post, 11am-2pm, Kittery, ME
December 16: A Visit With Ida, Huntington Commons, 2:00pm, Kennebunk, ME
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And if your book group wants to read Finding Your Inner Moose, I'd love to be part of the discussion. Especially if there's food involved!
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