Hope you all missed me yesterday! I was having one hell of a day. Inside my head. I’ve had a bad #19 tooth for over 5 years. Spent most of those chewing exclusively on the right side of my mouth. Unable to eat now for almost 2 days, I’m finally headed in for a root canal.
I’ve been suffering, waiting until I got insurance. Three years of living on the edge, an accident away from ruin. I could do an entire column on the difficulties of obtaining and maintaining obamacare. #peasantsneedcareto Found out yesterday that for the dental component you are not allowed to have a root canal until you’ve been in the program a year. How fun!
My momma told me, you better shop around.
Called several reputable oral specialists looking for the best deal. Ended up with a quote that was 50% less than the first. Going in this morning, looking forward to re-introducing food to those left taste buds later this weekend.
Here’s the profound part of today’s column. Suffering for close to 48 hours. All consuming. Number 19 the only thing in the world for me. Constant pain at a number eight, spiking to 10+. Those waves requiring a meditative state to absorb. And that is when it occurred to me, this is no different, personally, than Real Racing. Allowing the pain instead of masking it. Coming to terms with and then mastering that which would stop you.
We’ve got a 70 foot male mulberry tree hanging over our studio. I’ve trimmed the most egregious but many solid leaders still hanging precariously close. We’ve had 3 vendors come by to give estimates. All bonded and insured, their quotes ranging from $600 to $1425. Same exact service.
Trees and roots. All negotiable.
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