Perhaps it’s not QUITE that bad, but I still have a partially frozen face from anesthetic injections I got while getting three of the four teeth filled that HAVE to be taken care of before L’s dental insurance, supplemental to mine, runs out on the twenty-eighth. The dentist I’ve seen for years was booked way too far out for me to beat the insurance deadline, so I ended up seeing young Doctor V., who did good and quick work. (He’s “young” Doctor V. because I don’t think he’s yet thirty; he certainly didn’t look it.) I have to go back Wednesday afternoon to get one final filling done, and to have impressions taken for an “occlusal appliance”—i.e., a bite guard, which I’ve needed for a LONG time to counteract TMJ syndrome, which is probably what cracked all my back teeth to start with. For a mercy, my dental insurance has better coverage than I thought, so I’ll be about $300 to $350 out of pocket overall.
A font in the revivified plank works through an orrery. Fnord.
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