At the risk of being one of those folks who does nothing but fling trivia about his life out at the screen like a monkey with poo, I went to the dentist yesterday. All’s well and all that. I have a very old filling (around on #13 or 14), dating back to when I was about 6 or so — one of the set of cavities I got at that age, all in one visit, the only cavities I’ve ever gotten. Anyway, it has a hairline crack in it, and the dentist is just waiting for it to further come apart so that it can be replaced.
Which is fine, I guess. I still wonder how it is that we let dental folks take IMPLEMENTS OF TORTURE and scrape our teeth and gums with them. Not that it was actually tortuous, though it’s rarely comfortable, but it’s still one of the most physical and bloody medical sorts of things that we go through on a regular basis any more.