Susan and I kept our appointments with the dentist today. We were both scheduled for cleanings, and I was also scheduled to have some fillings done. My fillings included the resurfacing of the non-molar upper and lower teeth that form my “bite.” The enamel of all of those teeth had been worn away, and the dentin was exposed. I’m 72, and my teeth aren’t the only body parts that have been worn down.
I had a pleasant visit, but it did go on for about three hours. That’s a bit exhausting. I can attend to any chore for a couple of hours, but beyond that, I need a coffee break or a walk around the block. I don’t care whether we are talking concerts, movies, lectures, or any other activity. Two hours of my undivided attention is all you get before I need a breather or at least a bathroom break.
I gave it three hours even as my bladder screamed for a break. The finished dental product was excellent, of course. Our dentist is an artist. And I got to relieve my bladder before I left the office. When it was all done, my dentist had repaired my eroding teeth, and I had helped him to keep his staff employed. It was a fair exchange; although, I would have preferred a new OLED TV.
I may yet get that too.