The dentist

or to be more accurate, the dental hygienist. She called yesterday, cheerfully reminded me that it had been a year since she had last seen me and would I like to schedule an appointment. I said okay thinking that it would be a while to get in. I mean if I call and ask for an appointment, I usually have to wait weeks. But no, she had an opening today and there I was committed to an hour in THE CHAIR. Okay, I am a grown up, I can handle this right?

My appointment was for 1:10 and at noon as I am staring at the amoxicillin I must take before all dental work, I was trying very hard to decide if I was sick or not. You would think this is something one just knows right? Either you are sick or you are not but when faced with a dental appointment, a fine line develops. Is that twinge a migraine? Is that burp a burp or an early warning of stomach upset? You see where this is going?

So obviously, I am not a grown up, not when faced with having my teeth scraped for half an hour.

So off I go to the dentist feeling virtuous for actually keeping my appointment. You would think this would get me a rave review of my teeth.

Uh, uh. After the century I spent with my hygienist, the dentist came in. I like my dentist; she is calm and very careful. But sitting in The Chair and listening to her and the hygienist discuss (in very hushed tones) my linguals and distals and something called a buckle is not giving me a warm glow. No indeed, I am hearing ominous intimations of a great deal more time in their company with my linguals etc as the focus of their attention. Oh my.

Diabetes

My blood sugar is up. I can't figure out why, I have been careful about my diet. I haven't been walking as much of course but I have maintained a good level before without walking every day. I wonder if this is a change in my chemistry again. That is what this stupid disease is of course and sometimes I have trouble with that. Why should my body turn on me and start requiring different things after all this time? I've always given it what it wanted, which come to think of it, is what the doctor said I should not do.

Sigh.