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It's not hell to get old and less pretty. It's just difficult to believe it's really me that is getting old. Getting old is just getting old. Getting young, when it's natural to get old, might be a more startling event. That would definitely be an original occasion.
I'm gonna try to get an appointment with my dentist this morning. It's Wednesday, so he might be out playing golf. No blame. What's the point of having a successful business if you can't spend a little time on recreation? My dentist doesn't seem to understand the world revolves around me.
I'm gonna try to get an appointment with my dentist this morning. It's Wednesday, so he might be out playing golf. No blame. What's the point of having a successful business if you can't spend a little time on recreation? My dentist doesn't seem to understand the world revolves around me.
The problems I've been having with my tongue and lips might be solely due to a bad tooth. Not all of it because one tooth has lost it's integrity, but because several of it's next door neighbors went bad first. In this case, specifically the next tooth forward. I bit down on something harder than it could handle, and it literally split in half all the way to the root. There won't no fixin' that, so it had to come out.
When it got removed there was a gap in between my teeth. My tongue seemed to fit right in there. At least enough that occasionally I might bite down on my tongue and puncture it. It got real sore. I suspect that's what has been happening now. With any luck I'll find out this morning. That may not be the main problem though, and that's where getting old comes into play.
The real problem is that the first tooth behind the gap left by the split tooth is rotten to the core. Literally. I've had problems with it before, and the dentist drilled it out and filled it. Normally, that would do the trick, but this time it didn't seem to work. Not for long.
I don't have any upper molars on either side left. Frankly, I am probably lucky to have any of my original teeth left. It's a genetic thing, and might have something to do with the drinking water I grew up with. I've been going to the dentist to get fillings since before the first grade. Within the last ten years I finally got an upper denture plate so I could chew my food like animals have to do to facilitate digesting food.
The upper partial denture did help me to eat better. It was not a good partial denture, but I've known forever that my dentist, while he's a good ol' boy and all that jazz, he's not that adept nor keen on perfection. He's a large, strong person, so he's fairly reliable as far as pulling teeth is concerned. That's what's gonna happen soon. He has already tried to fix the tooth in question with a filling. Now, it's gotta go. I just hate it.
I don't dread losing the tooth. Getting anesthetized is a real drag. Being numb on one side of my mouth for hours is inconvenient, but it won't really be painful. In fact, when the deal is done, I'll probably experience a relief from some of the problems I've been describing. I might not "die from a toothache in my heel", but bad teeth has probably killed people before, and/or caused them to kill themselves out of pure misery.
The 95/95 thing will be in effect today. The temperature is predicted to get up to 95° (35° C), and although the humidity is not supposed to get up to 95% to make it an official 95/95 day, it's gonna be fairly intolerable for children and older folk. Yesterday was bad. I probably had a small heat stroke.
In the past, previous to the arrival of the weather satellites and world-wide weather reports, I used to think that the area of the South was hotter than most places, at least in the United States, but that's not true, of course, it gets hot in most of the continental U.S. at some one time or the other. There is nothing all that special about it getting hot here as opposed to it getting hot anywhere else. What makes getting hot special is the amount of humidity in the air.
With any luck at all I'll get an appointment with the dentist this morning and the source of my mouth problems will be eliminated, for a while, and I'll get so wacked out on anesthetics that I might not notice the affect o the heat so much, at least until I pass out from heat prostration, and if I'm lucky, I'll croak before I wake up to find myself even more snaggletoothed than ever.
Later: The dentist took me in and pulled a tooth he said was close to exploding by infection, and prescribed antibiotics and pain pills. Maybe this will help. I sure hope so.
Later: The dentist took me in and pulled a tooth he said was close to exploding by infection, and prescribed antibiotics and pain pills. Maybe this will help. I sure hope so.
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