Spring Waxing Seed Moon
Not sure how April got lined up this, but today I had dental work from 10 a.m. until 12:30 p.m., two different dentists, one filling and filing, the other drilling and packing. The first guy replaced a filling I popped out and ground down a burr. The second guy told me he had had 7 years of bad luck since he kissed the Blarney Stone. (a poster of it was on the ceiling, noticeable when you leaned back in the chair.) I hoped it had nothing to do with his skill as a root canaler.
He drilled, prodded, filed, poked, then packed, pushed, pushed, ground and sanded. A couple of x-rays and he left me with a prescription for antiobiotics and pain meds. I thought he’d written a script for 1 vicodin. It made me a little nervous when the pharmacist returned with 12. What did he think would happen?
An abscess, two of them in my case, can get kick started into active infection by all the jossling and shaking. I couldn’t blame them, I felt the same way. Apparently if this happens the infection grows in a confined space. Pressure builds and ouch. Well, I’m ready if it happens.
Anyhow, next week on following days I have opthamologist (glaucoma), dermatologist (psoriasis) and audiologist (hearing decline in my one remaining ear). I’m responsible for all of these, but I made them separately away from my calendar. By next weekend I should be tuned up and ready to rock.
