OK. I went to the dentist today. The hygenist is all smiley, everything looks great, she says. No worries. Well, she decided there were worries after all. Calls in one of the dentists. Seems like one of my teeth has something seriously wrong with it. But, it had a root canal decades ago. The tooth looks fine to me. And, it doesn’t hurt. Apparently, the tooth will disintegrate “some time” soon. But, it still won’t hurt.
SO. What do I want to do, the dentist asks. Nothing. I want to go see the Panama Canal next week. Next month is time enough to worry about this old tooth. And, my current medical plan is totally quality of life. If I decide that having this tooth surgically removed will improve the quality of my life – then I’ll do it. But, I might just take my chances. The quality of my life would not be improved if a tooth disintegrates when I am anywhere other than at The Asylum. Also, soon for a dentist in his late 20s and Peg in her early 80s might not be the same.
So, OK.
The weather promised rain. But not delivered. According to my watch, I am short a few aerobic points today. Better so race around outside a bit before dinner.