Dental work

Sigh. I hate going to the dentist. But with two broken teeth in the front, I figured I had little choice. Unless I want to look like Jethro from the hills. Turns out they broke because they were decayed and all the other natural ones on the lower level are likewise. They don’t hurt because at my age the nerves have calcified.

I got all the lower crowns and then put off going for checkups when I was helping Mrs. Charm fight for her life and when she lost it to cancer I was in bad grief for two years. Plus helping the Aggie get through high school and into college. Followed by a new marriage and more distractions.

Anyway, this time extractions and implants are advised, and to the tune of about $32,000. Yipes.

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