Himself: Swam, job hunted, and put up with me.
Herself: All of the above. Made all my thank you calls too. I can call our Favorite dentist at 0930. Last night struggled to get a new spring picture to fit the Postcards banner and it wouldn’t. Grrrr.
Reading: “The Only Way To Cross.” I’ve reached the Normandie.
Gratitude: Swimming, books, both NCIS.
My Favorite dentist doesn’t take my Medicare dental plan.
The new dentist I was assigned to gave me three options. Pull the tooth, and remove the crowns next to the broken tooth, and install a bridge. Pulling the tooth would mean knocking me out which isn’t covered by my new insurance.
Next choice. A partial. Tooth out, crowns out. Plastic teeth and pot metal. Right now I have titanium and ceramic. She said they weren’t made any more.
Final choice would be an implant which isn’t covered by my insurance. “That’s really the best choice,” she kept saying.
Of course it is. Not in my budget tho. I confess I was in shock. I probably behaved as if I were in shock.
So I’ll call our old favorite dentist this morning after swimming.