It felt like I spent hours in the periodontist’s office yesterday.  To clean my teeth they need to numb the crap out of them.  I have some very ‘hot’ teeth.  Well, at least at my age, something about me is still hot.  So there I was getting scraped, and cleaned for what seemed like forever and The Curmudgeon was stuck waiting in the waiting room for me.  Yet, I still managed to joke with the hygienist and the Periodontist.  Would you believe it was The Curmudgeon who was sweating it all the time I was in there?  Can you say phobia?

     I have to go back for some deeper work–yikes–the scraping of the roots.  It’s going to take two visits, the first in October and the second in November.  I am not thrilled.  I had this done ten years ago.  However, at least by then I should have a new car and The Curmudgeon won’t have to suffer in the waiting room.

     Then we start talking about implants to replace the three missing teeth.  When I mention it the first one they think I want replaced is the front tooth.  Hey, surprisingly enough I am more concerned about the two missing molars.  I like to comfortably chew my food.