My apologies for being late again. I didn't even look to see when the last one was written. But you'll have to excuse me with the sudden, unexpected passing of my younger brother. Now I'm stuck with 5 sisters plus I'm mother's Power of Attorney.
To keep life interesting, last week we had a crowned molar tooth decide to give up the ghost. The gold crown broke off along with the top of the tooth. So it was a trip to the dentist last week and yesterday we visited the Oral Surgeon. (I don't like seeing those guys.)
About 30 years ago, we had a molar extracted that refused to fully come out and was always getting infected. When I went in then, I told the surgeon that I didn't expect him to have any problem, as I thought my teeth were a bit loose. I never kept track of how long he worked on the tooth, but I do remember that he took a break and left the office for five minutes. When he finished, he made an off hand comment that I didn't have to worry about my teeth falling out. So I was expecting a similar reaction this time. But I didn't tell him that my teeth were loose.
When it was all said and done, he removed the bad tooth and then with my permission (and a rest for me), he removed a second molar next to it that had not fully extended itself. He started at 1 PM and I walked out of the office by 2 PM. He gave me a pain prescription which I haven't used. Also, an antibiotic prescription to use until it is empty. I haven't needed the pain pills, but I'm also somewhat walking around in the motorhome in a slight fog. No running, nor heavy lifting, nor really hot stuff or ice cold stuff. In other words, I'm being lazy.