I don’t usually name seasons for the activities they bring. You know, like Steinbeck’s “Winter of our Discontent”, but this one brought lots of good stuff which culminated in my becoming well-acquainted with several nice men in the medical profession.
First, the good stuff included a lovely trip to Carmel, courtesy of our family to celebrate our amazing 65th anniversary. Amazing because neither of us is old enough to have been married that long. We basked in the sun, shopped till our legs felt weak, dined in style, and spent the evenings enjoying the sunset while overlooking the ocean and large resident flock of sheep who looked as if they never missed a meal.
Arriving home, our children and grandchildren put togther a grand party for 65 people in two days that would have taken me a month in my best days. So much for good genes. They obviously did not get them from me.
And that’s the last of the good stuff.
Next came the matter of repairs. First came cataract surgery, which today is a piece of cake. You get a bigger and better exam than usual, and in my case, was told that I am “color deficient”, which to the uninitiated, is color blindness. This, and I have been fooling the public and my students for years that I knew what I was doing. Then they treat you ever so nicely while you wait your turn among a roomful of old people. “Why am I here?”) When I got into the tidy little OR (that’s short for operating room) the doctor I already didn’t like because of the color blindness crack, said abruptly “Well, I hope you don’t cough.” (That’s because I DO have a coughing problem.) Not the beginning of a great friendship. I felt like doing it anyway except he was the one with the scalpel. This led to new glasses of course, which were much stronger, and very expensive, but introduced me to a charming young optometrist I could really get to like, so that could be added to the good stuff, because I probably will have to see him again sometime.
OK. All is going along beautifully, until a bad toothache told me I had come to the end of the line, and would have to break up the lifelong friendship I have had with my teeth. My charming nephew told me one day “Auntie, I can’t patch you up anymore.” He went into the next room while I pondered just what he had in mind.
When he came back into the room I was having a lovely conversation with one of his cute nurses, so I was relaxed and unprepared when he said that all the teeth on the bottom had to go. They were no longer carrying their part of the load. What the hell did this mean?
Next I went to visit the oral surgeon, who made an appointment for me to come in and he would happily remove them all and give me two (or maybe 4) implants Easy for him to say. It’s me that will have to suffer the pain and sacrifice and economic disaster.
I have a deeprooted belief that suffering will make me a better person, thanks to my grandma Nellie. Who by the way was a Christian Scientist, and didn’t believe in pain and suffering. It simply was not there. It’s that kind of upbringing that makes you an agnostic.
Surgery day came and out came the teeth. All of them. I kid you not. The surgery is not bad (I might add that there were a number of teeth which were broken off at the gum, ) and I was in dreamland during the process. Not as bad as I thought. After all, I had lost all the upper ones some time ago and survival is possible.
Dr. Advice had a good time giving advice about putting my food into the blender, and calling my new teeth “choppers”. That’s OK for him to say, but just try putting the Thanksgiving turkey into a blender.
But all is wll, and I have gorgeous new teeth, which will be the envy of all the other old ladies I know, and maybe even the young ones. Now I just have to get them to work.
And more good stuff. I no longer have to brush and floss after every meal. And when someone says “Say cheese” with a camera pointed my way, I can grin with the best of them.
5 thoughts on “THE AUTUMN OF REPAIRS”
Good Morning AK,
So pleased that you are still writing as so many bloggers I know seem to winding down. ( I am just taking a break while I finish my paper on What it means to live a “real” life)
I sent the Judge your quotation about Christian Scientists. 🙂
I would like all of your readers to know that I have seen the new teeth and you look gorgeous.
Notice taken of the teeth but I thought Spring was the time of renewal although we are talking repairs here.
I love your attitude, you are the most positive, sunny person I know. I love you Mama!
Charming nephew? Hmmm that must be the man next to me snoring in my bed this morning! So glad to hear you are doing well, got through the Thanksgiving meal with blender…I for one hate flossing every day!
Take care – love reading your blogs Auntie Dear…and I know YOU are the charming one in our family, Love you Linda
Ohhhhh Kayti..YESSSS..you are soooo positive..
you are an inspiration!