I started with one dentist last year in the quest of dentures, the original guy was the guy who discovered that I suffered from hypertension when he took my blood pressure and it was through the roof. Plans were put off because I was now dealing with Doctors until it was under control. (The Blood Pressure)
Then I got nervous because he didn’t have an X-ray machine yet kept sending me to a dentist that did. (Can you guess who my new dentist was?) The new guy in an abundance of caution sent me back to my medical doctor to get a note to extract teeth. I did but again when a doctor gets a hold of you they will find something wrong, it’s their job. Full lab workup and scheduled me for a Colonoscopy so dental work is once more on the back burner (No pun intended). All I want to do is to go back to Texas Joe’s and eat some baby back ribs. My Colonoscopy turned out fine and I received a clean bill of health. Nuff said about that wonderful subject.
Back at the new dentist, and he removes three teeth on 31 March and tells me to come back on 29 April for three more. He is afraid I’ll pass on if he takes too many at once. I want them all gone, and slap a set of temporaries in my mouth before I weigh 95 pounds. What could be more embarrassing then to realize that your toddler grandson has more teeth than you?
So my mind is made up, it is back to the original guy who will jerk them out (No x-ray required) and slap in the temps. Will he forgive me; I assume so as I pay in cash.
But this is Holy Week, and absolutely nothing happens on Holy Week in the Archipelagoes of the Philippines. We were even going to By-The-Sea Friday night for Mongolian BBQ, but they are closed. Damn that’s something I can eat with missing teeth.
Normally I’m good at following my doctors orders except in one area, when I was born in 1947 it was discovered that my white blood count is higher than others. In other people it is a sign of infection, with me it is the norm. My entire life they send me to hematology and that doctor will hem and haw and come to the conclusion that it is my norm. In the Navy I would nod and say: “Please check my last 12 physicals and see what my white platelet reading is. And then we move on, as a merchant marine where I was required to have a physical before every ship which would come out to twice a year and the platelet count would raise its ugly head once more and off to hematology I’d go again with the same results as the past years. If I refused to go I would not sail, guess what I did?
But now at age 68 I’m at my limit and have hit my “Popeye Factor” (That’s all I can stands, and I won’t stands no more!” and I just blow it off. Sorry doc, but before because of employment I had to waste my time but those days are over.
So as Easter is now in our rearview mirror, I’m done with medical for awhile and am heading into full dental mode. When I receive my new choppers, I will post pictures of me eating Rib’s, steaks plus Lechon and other manly meat products. I’ll even give Corn-on-the-Cob a try.