I did my final round of marathon dentist visits yesterday. Not my last visit to the dentist, of course, but I think this was my last of the super long dental events.
How long was it? (There’s a joke in here sonewhere, but I’m not feeling it.) Seven and a half hours. That’s how long I was there. Part of that time, the dentist was making my new crowns, so it was probably only 4 hours of actual, non-stop, doing things to my poor mouth.
But I now have an entire row of new bottom teeth. Y’all. I got 9 crowns. It feels a bit odd at the moment, but I think it looks pretty good, and it will solve some other dental issues, so that’s all good. The all day dentist marathon was a bit of a nightmare.
When I laid down to sleep last night? You know how, if you ride on a boat or in a car all day, when you lie down to sleep, it may feel like you’re still moving? Well, honest to god, when I lay down last night, it seemed like people were still sticking tools in my mouth and doing things. Not a pleasant way to fall asleep.
And, of course, I’ll be paying for it for a while. (Literally, not some symbolic “I’ll pay for it later” thing.)
But it’s done. And doesn’t have to be re-done. And there’s a lot to be said for that.