We have to stop meeting this way. That’s what I told my dentist and his assistant.
I’d gone for years without needing any dental attention other than my regular cleaning. Then poof! A new cavity, right out of nowhere and two old, large fillings chipped, meaning two crowns.
The tooth under the last crown (tooth #31) took offense and the root decided to die on a Friday night — ouch ouch ouch — leading to a root canal. After the root canal is taken care of, it will be time for my next cleaning. When all is said and done, that will be 10 dental appointments in seven months. Whoa! Time flies whether you’re having fun or not.
I’ve been going to the dentist’s office often enough that I have a favorite parking space; it makes me happy to see it waiting for me.
Celebrate! Celebrate anything positive: Open parking spaces. Novocaine shots. (I wouldn’t have wanted to do any of this without them.)
Yes, it doesn’t take much to make me happy, and I’m okay with that.