Strange Days... That's a nod and a wink to The Doors, ya know. But... that said, today has been the strangest of strange days. It all began at oh-dark-thirty, when I rolled out of bed around five-ish. Two cups of coffee later and I began thinking "this isn't such a good ideer..." so it was back to bed, with the alarm set for 0945, given as how I had a dentist's appointment scheduled for 1100. I got up (again) around 0915... checked e-mail and had a brief chat with a friend on Facebook. Hit the shower, saddled up and headed out to what I thought was a regularly-scheduled cleaning appointment with my hygienist.
Wrong, Bucko!
I checked in at the dentist's and sat for a couple of CAT scans, followed with a consultation with Dr. Thompson. Lo and Behold... we are now scheduled for the next step in our Adventures in Modern Dentistry, which began exactly one year ago today.
Yep, in a couple of weeks time... March 3rd, to be exact... we'll sit for the first step in our implantations, which is the begining of the end. To say I'm ecstatic is an understatement of massive proportions. I've not had a steak in over one year's time... and there's BEEF at the end of our tunnel, Gentle Reader. Huge, massive slabs of rare, bleeding, tender beef! Oh, my... oh MY!
So... we came home and celebrated with two 2-Belows, followed by two Fat Tires. It was a great good thing the weather was in a cooperative mood, what with 65 degree temps and crystal clear skies. I fired up one of those wonderful Acids (a Ming, second from left in the image to the left) recently delivered to my door and took the air.We're only just back inside and are waiting for SN3 to ring us up to discuss the finer points of cigar boxes and "Planet Earth," which constituted the sum total of his birthday gift... which The Second Mrs. Pennington advises me arrived intact and on-time... yesterday.
And we were entertained with the usual soundtrack... illustrated at the top of this post. It don't get a whole helluva lot better than this, Gentle Reader. Unless there are large slabs of rare beef involved... which there will be. Soon.
Wow - congrats on starting the end of your odyssey. Rare, bleeding, tender beef...
ReplyDeleteMy you do know how to turn a phrase Buck.
A buddy of mine in NYC went through this whole cycle a few years back - I remember it well. I am happy to report that his steak-chewing abilities and more appear to be fully restored. Hang in there, man - a significant milestone for sure!
ReplyDeleteI do not quite understand. Your teeth are better. You can a steak?
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i'll be glad to be your chef du jour that day...thick flame broiled succulent beef and cold microbrewed beer...i'll travel miles for that.
ReplyDeleteExcellent. As you know, I've been there and done that. If you have any questions... ASK THE DAMN DOCTOR. If his answers aren't satisfactory, feel free to drop me a line and I'll tell you anything I know.
ReplyDeleteOddly enough, I'm in on March 2nd (my birthday, no less) to get an impression done to begin work on my lower set. And, with the great success I've had with the uppers, I'm truly looking forward to it.
Kris sez: congrats on... My you do know how to turn a phrase Buck.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kris. I WILL be glad when it's over, and I KNOW you know the feeling.
re: phrase. One of my (very) minor hot buttons in life is overcooked beef. Sometimes I get carried away.
Barry: literally everyone I've spoken with about implants has the same story. And thanks!
Skywind sez: I do not quite understand. Your teeth are better. You can a steak?
I'm getting new molars... implants, Skywind. It's a long process, time-wise, and it's not over yet. But soon!
Jim sez: Oddly enough, I'm in on March 2nd (my birthday, no less) to get an impression done to begin work on my lower set.
We'll be at the dentist's together but separate, then... I go in the afternoon of the second for my pre-surgery briefing and such. Co-inky-dink, no? ;-)
I hate going to the dentist. Just thinking about my next visit makes my skin crawl.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you're pleased with the future of new teeth, but don't share any pictures. It would ruin my fantasy.
w00t!! Congrats, Buck. Y'know...the 3rd of March is my birthday, so I'll hoist a glass in your honor while I celebrate! Good luck.
ReplyDeleteJay: We're still a ways away from eating steak... my guess is a couple o' three months. But: NOTED!
ReplyDeleteDaphne sez: I'm glad you're pleased with the future of new teeth, but don't share any pictures. It would ruin my fantasy.
Seeing as how the new toofies are molars, they're pretty much invisible. Fantasy preserved. ;-)
Christina: I doubt I'll be in any shape to raise a toast with you on your day. I'll probably sleep a LOT... if past experience is indicative of future performance!