Soft teeth run in my family and now, after some seventy years of fillings on top of fillings, root canals, crowns, and extractions, there is little left to do. So Tuesday morning bright and early, I am scheduled to have what little remains to be extracted. I am told there may be pain involved. And there will be soft food for the next few days.
My wife, who inexplicitly and steadfastly believes that I am not the sturdy, brave little soldier she married, says that I will be the worst patient ever and will be out of commission for the foreseeable future. This I dispute. (Although she is invariably right.) Nonetheless, blogging may be light over the next few days.
See you on the other side.