Mouth Stones

I've had teeth my whole life. Maybe you have too. 

First was a bunch of wee tiny teeth, they went away. Maybe yours did too. 

Then big kid teeth came in. I bet yours did too, if you had the tiny ones like I did. 

And I had cavities. So I've had fillings for like 50 something years. Maybe you do too.  

My dentist commented earlier this year that some of my fillings were shrinking, "leaking" as he put it. He asked me if I was feeling any pain from liquid. Too cold, too hot, was chewing painful?  Nope. He said "good, we're catching you before that starts to happen. And it will." 

So we have been replacing my fillings, one or two at a time. Today, was the big mama. A big huge filling in one of my molars. And I didn't want to go. I didn't want to do it. I'm not in the mood. I am tired. I like being able to eat and chew, and that's going to be a no for like 2 hours or more after the appointment. Why do I make dentist appointments at 5:30pm, and say "work is important so I don't want to miss out on it, so I'll do the last appointment of the day!" 

Booooooo. 

Anyway. 

I went, it was fine, in fact he and I had discussed how the last session he had to double dose me with Novocain because I could feel things that he was doing. Sometimes people are like that. So he did - he mega dosed me, hugely. And then he said "don't eat, until maybe 8pm. Drink wine. go to bed." 

Dude is a riot. 

He also told me that he was so happy to get to do this filling over. "Very rarely do I run into a tooth that is like a perfect model of the dental school fillings we get to practice. And this was exactly like the textbook case. Perfect opening, absolutely oval. Outstanding." Seeing him shoot his fists up in the air after he finished was very funny. It is 9:xx pm and my mouth still does not feel ready. I bit my lip while trying to eat a couple hours ago, and so I didn't really try to eat more. 

I had talked to him about how it was my birthday yesterday and here I was. His son's birthday was yesterday. He laughed that I was taking care of this for my birthday time, and I told him "Self care for my birthday is the most important thing I could do." A few years ago, I had a mammogram on my birthday, so yeah. "Self care is a gift that I can give myself."

He seemed semi-blown away about that concept. And I told him about the mammogram a few years back and he thought it was genius to self care for a birthday. 

Four more to go. 

Digits below one of my favorite Strange Planet comics. 

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exercise: 12/12 hours.  two walks, 10 min to the dentist for .45 miles and another walk home for .7 miles for 16 min; 7k+ by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 171
5pm: 171
9:30pm: 150

food:
coffee/water
11am: metformin; bowl of some sort of thai soup or something that I picked last night, but no one ate. Lots of veggies, beef, pork, chicken - spicy! 
1pm: apple w/pb
6:30pm: metformin+jardiance
7pm: bowl of chorizo meat with some guacamole and sour cream (not able to necessarily eat right now)
9:45pm: entire bag of kettle corn
red wine