Meanwhile, a dear friend, Jane Crone, has obtained a Prickly Ash (Zanthoxylum fagara) for me that I need to figure out how to get to Alpine from where she lives 6 hours away. I'm so excited about it.
Today I had to drive to Odessa to the dentist. Here's how the conversation started after I got into the dentist chair.
Dr: What can I do for you today?
Me: My [implant] bar broke.
Dr: No they can't break. It's not possible. In my 20 years of putting them in, I've never seen one break.
Me: But remember, I told you once that I'm under a dental curse.
Dr (after looking into my mouth): You're not under a dental curse, you are a dental curse.
I swear, I'm not making that up. He called the lab and they're footing the bill for a new bar. But it means starting all over with endless trips to Odessa, fittings and adjustments. I try to accept what I can't change, but it's not easy. I've had the implants less than a year.
4 comments:
I think mine is hirsutum AKA Toothache Tree
Jane
That means lots more chances to check the 385 Rest Area! ;-)
Jane, that tree may have to do double duty. One for my toothaches and one for the swallowtails.
Yeah, many we can turn curses into ursas!
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