..and the beat goes on in the "Golden Years". Yesterday the dentist told me it is time to fix my front teeth that I have ground down over the years. 12 crowns. Six on the top, six on the bottom. If I don't do it there will come a time when not enough tooth is left to do a crown and I'll have partials... May 4. I'm glad to get them fixed. They don't look bad, well dentin showing on the bottom and on the back of the top teeth, no discomfort at all. I can bite and chew ice cream, no problem.
My only concern is that they sort of eased into telling me that they would have to give me a shot in the roof of my mouth... I'm getting GAS!! (No bloating, just gas).
I saw a friend yesterday as I was limping around the grocery store. He is a few years older than me. He told me he recently slipped and fell down the stairs into his basement. Luckily he didn't break anything, just a bunch of bruises and sore. Should I feel guilty that it made me feel better?
It's always something but I guess something is better than nothing.

Time does fly by.
It's all good!
J