My financial controller is in charge of pizza. And, I understand that a really good pizza in our new land is hard to find. So, she has tried a few places including a home delivery. All I can say is it must have been one tough crust. I had taken only a couple of bites when I fractured a tooth.
Of course, I had to wait until the next day to find a dentist in a town I know nothing about yet. I located one that could get me in and ran down for an early appointment. He did an exam and told me that I would have to have a crown. With some doubt, I agreed to come back in the afternoon.
At the appointed time, I showed up to get a crown on my broken tooth. About one second into the drilling for the crown, I discovered the anesthetic wasn’t working. After they scraped me off the ceiling, the decision was made that the tooth was damaged more than they thought and it would have to be extracted. The dentist assured me that he would get me in with an oral surgeon immediately.
It will be three days before I can get the tooth pulled. He did give me a prescription for pain medication. I think he did that for self protection.
Now his whole office knows what a "real" grumpy old man is like.
PMO
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