Took today off work to go to dentist, planned on having the crown glued back in, eating lunch out with Kevin (maybe the renovated Crossroads @ Princeton, if my teeth felt up to it), then whatever (wink, wink, my husband has been feeling ignored lately...)
I smugly thought when I had all that dental work done, that I was DONE with dental work~yeah, there'd still be cleanings & x-rays, but I don't have many real teeth left to go bad~I thought I was in the clear.
So, the crown that came out~not enough tooth to glue it back on. Had the remaining tooth pulled, it has to heal, then will have a permanent bridge made.
It seems kind of self-indulgent to spend that much $ on my teeth, but I know how many teeth I have, & the only back ones I have to chew with are right where I lost this tooth~& while I do need to lose weight~I don't want to eat pureed steak.
So, I went to the pharmacy to pick up my pain pills, came home, crawled into bed & took a long long nap. Talk about "me time".
I'm just your average grandma who believes in Bigfoot and ghosts and is fascinated by serial killers....
