Beltane Waxing Flower Moon
Root canal sequel. My one month check-up today.
Got in the car and drove 50 minutes south to Bloomington, exited on Pennsylvania and took it to the Penncrest Professional Building. I got in about 10:10 for a 10 a.m. appointment. Not bad.
The dental assistant came in, masked and wearing floral pattern scrubs that looked like a designer of motel interiors had found another outlet. She stuck a plastic gadget in my mouth, had me clamp down. A whir and a click later I spit out the plastic piece and saw the image pop-up directly on the lap-top screen to my right. Pretty damned slick. No film. No wait.
Dr. Erickson followed her. With a practiced flick of his wrist he moved the long dangling light over my face, gave it a twist to turn it on and began snapping on a pair of rubber gloves. How is it? Good. Hmmm. Looks good. You’re ok. If there’s any problem, I’m sure your dentist will call me.
That was it. I had driven almost an hour for less than 5 minutes of surveillance. Worth it, of course, because nothing beats a professional eye and hand, but 2 hours + on the road. Geez.
On the way there and back I listened to a recorded book. This time a Clive Cussler thriller titled Plague Ship. Entertaining.
