Tuesday I hade my regular dental appointment. My appointment was at noon this time as I had a HOG officers meeting later that evening.
I went to Billings early to get in some errands. My first stop was at Wal-Mart to pick up a few things and I also got my hair cut. Then I got a phone call from my Mom. My grandmother had an appointment that morning and when they got done they called me to meet for a cup of coffee before going to my dental appointment.
We were going to meet at Applebee's, but they weren't open when we got there, so went to IHOP instead. Had a great visit with them and got the scoop on my Mom. She ended up seeing the same doctor as my grandmother. That is another story.
Went to my appointment and things are going good. I still have a sensative spot on a tooth. Didn't have that until they put in a filling there. Been battling this for about a year now. I don't mind it much myself, but every once in a while when I drink or eat something cold, I will get a good zinger. I just cringe when the dental assistant gets near me with her cleaning tool.
I had to get some x-rays taken this time and then the dentist came over and examined my teeth. I'm healing well and things are going good. He did tell me that I can get some implants and bridges. I told him that my partials are working well enough for me. My insurance won't pay for implants because they are considered cosmetic. I had already gone through all of this at the very beginning when it was decided for me to get partials. I did come out of the office with a new salad recipe to try.
Now it's time for my therapy. Went to the mall and bought two new pairs of jeans. I tried getting into the next size down but not a go yet. I can at least get them over my hips but just can't get the zipped or buttoned. I supposed if I had fought and struggled I could have, but then I wouldn't have been able to breathe and that is important.
It was frustrating but still a relief knowing that I can get them on but not just yet. Have been at this stage for quite some time. Just need more working on it, but I just hate the idea of what I need to do.
Soon it was time to get to my meeting. I got home too late to call Mom to get an update on her doctor appointment, but I got all of that the next morning.
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