yesterday i finally got a tooth implant. it literally took a year from when the OG tooth was yanked from my mouth. i mean … that’s one good thing about having to wear a mask for the last year. barely anyone noticed the missing tooth in my head.
anyway. the dentist explained to me at one point along the way that this implant would outlive me. and immediately i wondered if he knew something i didn’t. i’ve played this party game before and no, i wouldn’t want to know the exact time and date of my death, even if i could. no thank you.
but clairvoyant dentist predictions aside, it is true that i’m getting older. not only did i get a new toof yesterday but I squeezed in a visit to the eye doctor as well. (i know. my life is so rock and roll.) and the magic doctor upped my Rx so now i can TOTALLY see at night again. the downside is i can’t actually read the words that i’m tapping out here on my tiny iPhone by the fire.
i’m not trying to be dramatic. i don’t think my best days are behind me. but i also recognize that I’m probably rounding the bend here in this giant race track of life.
eleven bee 