By the time this post appears, I should be at least part of the way through a procedure to remove six teeth. I am losing all four wisdom teeth, each of which is apparently fractured and a mess, and two more broken teeth that I knew were broken. Both broke long ago, at different times, while Sandi was in her battle and my focus was on taking care of her.
This mess in my mouth played a role of some type in my recent hospital stay. So, it absolutely has to done. I don't have a choice. But, I hate it. Nervous wreck over it as my phobia about needles, dentists, and all the rest of it is in full bloom. I am more than a bit freaked out. I am very aware that things can and do go wrong on occasion even with things that should and usually do go okay.
Fingers crossed and all that.