So yesterday I went to the dentist to be expensively tortured. When I fell over something - an uneven flagstone, a loose flag shoe lave or simply my own feet - back in February I thought I had got away with scapes and bruises until, a week late, a crown decided to become touch sensitive. My dentist said she thought the root the crown was fixed to had cracked. A denture was a possibility - no, thank you. She referred me to a dental implant specialist.
After much consultation, discussion and soul-searching I decided to go ahead. On my next visit X-rays were taken and a digital impression of my mouth was made - no nasty goo in the mouth! Then I went back for the dentist to remove the offending crown and root and a denture was fitted - convincing me that I was right not to want a denture as a permanent measure.
I hoped yesterday to get rid of the annoying denture, which makes chewing difficult and affects my speech, but, no, a titanium (I think) post was inserted in my gum and now that has to “bed” in and the gum has to heal. So the denture is there for a few more weeks, except that it’s mostly not as there is swelling and, besides, everything will heal more quickly without it! Oh, boy! Weeks, months of my life are going by! But from now on, I might beep as I go through security in airports!
In fact, the procedure itself was not torture as my face was rendered numb. The torture, such as it was, began as the anaesthetic wore off but there are painkillers for that.
My stress was added to by the fact that I almost didn’t arrive in time to be tortured. I caught a bus to Oldham mumps, intending to catch a tram to Rochdale and then a taxi to the clinic. At the Metrolink stop, the sign said, “Tram to Rochdale: DELAY”. A further notice informed us that a car had broken down on the Metrolink line and, until that was cleared, there were no trams between South Chadderton and Rochdale. Surely it should not take long to remove a broken down car! As I debated with myself yet another notice popped up: “Tram to Rochdale: 7 minutes”. Okay, not too bad, I thought, until that notice also disappeared!
And then someone discovered that the broken down car was an electric vehicle. Apparently when electric vehicles break down their brakes lock and they can’t just be pushed out of the way. A breakdown person is required! Who knew! I gave up and went to find a taxi! Such is life!
And now I am on “soft” diet, no hard stuff that needs major chewing, for a few days. And no vigourous exercise for about a week! Meanwhile I grin and bear it … in a gap-toothed fashion! Such is life!
I saw a headline for an article about Meghan Markle. I try to avoid reading stuff about the rich and famous and royal but I was just a little intrigued by the idea of a ‘thoughtful’ collection of wines. Were she and Harry going into wine growing? No, she was just adding wine to things like a crepe mix, a shortbread mix with flower sprinkles, apricot spread in “keepsake packaging” (whatever that is!) and other such stuff. Who buys such stuff? People who want to pretend to be living the life of the rich and famous? Maybe they hope the riches will rub off on them
In the process of reading this nonsense I discovered that the wine sold comes from the Fairwinds Estate Winery, described as the “Spirit of the American West: Iconic Wines from Yellowstone and John Wayne Collections”.
Intrigued I did a bit more delving, as we have been watching the TV series Yellowstone. It seems the Yellowstone ranch is located in the western part of lands previously inhabited for hundreds of years by the Salish Native American tribe. The Nez Perce annually traveled the trail south to reach the bison hunting grounds in the Big Hole Valley, often banding together with the Salish to counter threats from other tribes, notably the Blackfoot. Inevitably the land became property of rich white men.
When I saw the name I hoped that maybe it had gone back to Native American ownership but of course not. Changing hands and names over time, it was renamed the Chief Joseph Ranch in honor of the great Nez Perce chief and his journey through the property.
That’s how it goes!
Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!
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