Uneasy is the Head that has a Crown in it

I had a dental appointment this morning.

The joys of old age- I had lost a crown on a molar. To me, if there is anything worse than grey hair, it’s trying to keep your teeth that may not necessarily want to stay with you. The benefit is , thank God, for my retirement insurance plan. The “bite” , pardon the pun, won’t be too bad.

So now I realize why people tended toward softer food as they got older.

On the bright side, I am in a good spot to be in.


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Too Old for This

I spent the morning in an oral surgeon’s office, getting a tooth out.

As I lay back in the chair, remembering people wiggling teeth to get them out when they were younger***ah,those were the days** but the sharp jab of a needle or two or three snapped my mind right back to reality.

You think back to days where, as a kid, a crown went on a king or queen, and then fast forward to college years where you followed British royalty and saw tiaras and crowns on basically everyone you saw on BBC.

Now, at 54, the crown is going to go in my mouth…**sigh**

Time has a way of catching up with you.

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