I had just climbed into the reclining chair and was dutifully opening my mouth to allow the dentist's assistant to get a real good look inside my oral cavity. I quickly closed my mouth, realizing that there ARE things that come first in dental visit protocol. Before the mask is pulled down over the assistant's mouth and nose, as she is donning her latex gloves and pulling out her "sterile" instruments of torture, there must FIRST be a short exchange to make the patient comfortable.
It had been at least 20 years since I last I sat in this particular dentist's office. I really like the dentist, but she did not participate in the dental insurance program my employer selected and in which I had opted to participate, so, after three years of happy dental visits with "Dr. Anne," my family started seeing another dentist. Since our parting I have seen probably six different dentists, having to change as dental plans and participating providers changed. And now there I was, having discovered she now IS a participant in my plan, happily going for a checkup and cleaning. I remembered them, but I did NOT expect them to remember ME twenty years later.
"Yes, I used to see Dr. Anne a long time ago," I confessed to the assistant who had recognized me.
"Sure, I remember you," she said with a grin, "Your son was the first one to christen me by throwing up on me when I hit his gag reflex with the water!"
OMG! "What a way to be remembered," I thought, as I replied, "Oh, yeah, Stephen always had a crazy gag reflex. You were not the only to have been so christened."
So we laughed a bit about that and she told the younger dental assistant about my kids and that this was when she started keeping a bucket nearby ...just in case... whenever Stephen had an appointment!
And then we got down to the business of the visit, the cleaning and the exam. I produced the crown I'd knocked off with the water pick two nights ago, but Dr. Anne shook her head as she reviewed my x-rays and did her close-up exam with those odd little glasses over glasses they wear. "Bless your heart," she said, "the crown really cannot be replaced...the tooth has broken further and I think the best thing would be just to remove it....there's nothing for the crown to hold onto." Well, no problem, as far as I was concerned. It's a far back tooth and won't bother me at all to have it gone from my mouth....getting it gone, on the other hand, I am NOT looking forward to. Still, that's another day and another doctor...the oral surgeon....
Back at the old farmhouse, the deck has come along nicely. Day 3 (yesterday) they completed the deck floor and railings, but to get up to the deck still required a ladder.
|Day 3 -- Deck but no stairs yet|
|Ahhh,,, and the air is lovely up here!|
|Day 4 Pickets and Stairs in Place|
|Test Climb up to Deck|
|And so much closer to the moon!|
The deck can be used as is, and I have a feeling there might just be a cookout on it this weekend. The windows have not yet been replaced with doors, so access to and from the deck will be via the deck stairs, rather than through the door off the second story apartment, but who cares?
I'm looking forward to the weekend when I don't have to spend most of the daylight hours inside working. And I am certain I will spend a lot of my time outside, in my comfy overalls, working alongside Joe creating this farm in the woods vision of ours.
|Path in the woods|
|So serenely beautiful|
As Niels, a new visitor to my blog commented, "have a nice overall weekend!" Take time to enjoy these last tastes of summer.
|Last Tastes of Summer|