January 12, 2018

SOMETIMES ALL YOU CAN DO IS LAUGH




So the dentist said, “We will watch them,” and I continued on with my day.

I took a couple of hours to haul two boxes of books to work and price them.  By the time I got home, the Doctor had called with a diagnosis and prescription.  G took me out to eat to celebrate the good teeth, and the front tooth promptly came out again in the middle of an olive. 


Sometimes, all you can do is laugh.

11 comments:

  1. Hello, and thanks for stopping by. I signed on. I'm a retired artist (it can happen!) and know lymphoma well. Not me, a dear friend who stopped talking about it. I'll be back; you're on my list.

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    1. Why thank you very much for stopping by. No, I don't believe artists can stop being artists. I just changed mediums. Quilting in color is art to me.

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  2. Oh dear. I hate when I lose body parts. For me it is hair, eyesight and I did chip a back tooth a few weeks ago. Not entering any beauty contests, so folks just have to take me as I am. Hubby is losing memory and that is scarier for me.

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    1. Yes, that would be really frightening. I'd rather lose my hair.

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  3. The dentist isn't going to be laughing.

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  4. Oh yikes!!! Doggone it! My dentist says I need a new crown. I'm delaying it for three months while I work up courage.

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    1. Oh, don't. If you need it, get it.

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