Back over in Madison yesterday on my day off. There I had a permanent crown placed on a molar, finishing some dental work I had done while I was on vacation a few weeks ago. And bringing to completion the dental odyssey which began two years ago, when I returned to the dentist for the first time in almost 20 years.
One crown, a few fillings, and a piece of bridgework later, my teeth have finally been brought up to speed and are in need of no further work at present. Of course, it warn't cheap: the dental work of these past two years comes to more than the price of my old used Jeep. But it is a relief to be able to chew food on either side of my mouth indifferently, and with due maintenance these teeth ought to stand me in good stead on into my old age.
Now the next task is to get me to go back to the doctor after 20 years. I dunno, a dentist can only do so much to you. Whereas with a doctor, it's always like, "Now, let's amputate your right arm, and see if that helps lower your blood hemocyte test numbers..."