Annoying jaw pain required the attention of both my dentist and doctor this past April.
There weren’t many things worse than toothaches.
Rain and thunderstorms hit just as I was leaving the dental clinic. It wasn’t what I expected.
Today was my six-month dental checkup.
Dentists and doctors knew a lot about us. Including what we had for dinner last night.
They knew, whether or not we would follow doctor’s orders, from past history.
I did better on dental hygiene this time, but the hygienist put me in my place by saying, “there was still room for improvement.”
Having no cavities was good enough for me. I’m promised to do better.
She stalked my two dogs this morning. A friendly little Manx cat wanted to make their acquaintances. The friendship was not to be. Maggie hated all cats, made no distinction between friendship and aggression.
Maggie, upon her arrival, convinced her brother canine, that he would be wise to follow suit. Maggie growled, barked; disrupted the normally quiet neighborhood. The little cat didn’t give up and followed our entourage for about a block.
An unplanned trip to the dentist lies ahead this morning. All attempts to divert my attention, are welcomed. Unfortunately, tooth pain has failed to squelch my appetite. It’s made morning coffee less enjoyable–that’s unacceptable.
Do you remember, girls snipping loops from the backs of boy’s ivy league shirts; collecting them like trophies? They called them “fruit loops.” That could have been featured on a “Laverne and Shirley” episode? Boys that wore shirt collars turned up were thought of as “hoods.” Of course that went along with greasy hair, “ducktail” haircuts, and “pegged” jeans. I guess that was the predecessor of “gangsta” culture.