I took Mom to the dentist last week.
Now, that doesn’t sound very exciting. But it was the first time she’s gone since she’s lived here in Pennsylvania. And the first time in several years.
But she had a tooth break. Let’s just say it was noticable.
Mom has a bit of a phobia about dentists. Mr. Hoagie would call her an “anti-dentite.”
When I went to make her the appointment, the receptionist asked which dentists she’d like to see.
“I’m not sure,” I replied, “but if it helps you decide, her mouth is probably a train wreck.”
Sure enough, the dentist said all of her top teeth and most of the bottom teeth need to come out. She’s got an appointment with the oral surgeon next.
AND, she has to get the procedure approved by ALL of her doctors before it happens. No mean feat.
And it’s still surgery. She has coronary artery disease, 14 arterial stents, diabetes, renal failure, anemia…
This will not be easy-peasy.