“The trouble with retirement is that you never get a day off.”
I venture into the unknown today, but I have a wonderful friend to venture with me. I have not been happy with my teeth for years, but after 76 years, I should be happy that I still have some. So, I decided to see about getting them “fixed.” Mary was up and ready to go when I showed up this morning and said she would be happy to go with me.
We drove to Doctor Annie’s office, and I went through an hour of assessing, measuring, and discussing. Mary, constantly on the prowl to catch me in compromising situations, snapped a picture of me with my mouth wide open. Nothing unique about that!
After all the pictures, I asked Dr. Annie, “What do dentists call their x-rays?” She was at a loss until I blurted out, ” Tooth pics.” I learned a lesson; don’t tease a dentist with sharp instruments in their hands!
So I have thought about it, and as soon as I sell my other car, rent out a room in my house, and cash in all my insurance policies, I will begin the transformation. Although I pointed out to them that it’s like putting lipstick on a pig!
Oh, did you hear about the Buddhist who refused to have an anesthetic injection when he was going for a filling? Apparently, he wanted to transcend dental medication.
Mary, my trusty sidekick, always alerts me if I appear to be trolling. I thought of her when I saw this cartoon.
We departed Huntington Beach and went to lunch at Rockwell’s in Villa Park. We had a great lunch. I made a mistake thinking it was noon and ordered a glass of wine. OMG, it was 10:00 AM. I drank it anyway!
From there, we went back home and awaiting Mary’s financial person to show up. I passed the time working on the puzzle.
Went Paula showed up, we exchanged greetings, and I took off for Jan’s, then to Home Depot, and finally, I took a drive through Villa Park, keeping my eye open for a house for sale with a six-car garage!
I am five days into using the Fluorouracil, a chemical that finds pre-cancer conditions and forces the cells to grow and self-destruct. I look like my face hit a meat grinder, and the meat grinder won. Fluorouracil is an anti-cancer (“antineoplastic” or “cytotoxic”) chemotherapy drug. We stopped by Ralph’s market, and Mary asked for a dozen brown paper shopping bags and a box of Crayolas; I think I know what might be coming my way.
At 4:00 PM, I returned to Mary’s, where we talked to Colleen for 45 minutes. We then went to The Rib Trader and picked up dinner. All the financial mumbo-jumbo made Mary tired because, at 6:00 PM, she crashed on the couch. I watched Two And A Half Men until 8:00 PM and then sent Mary to bed. I headed home.