A Crown and a Mole

“Monner, this is Dr. Steven’s D.D.S office calling about your appointment for a crown replacement on tooth nineteen.”

It was discovered that I have a cracked crown at my routine dental appointment.  The crown was newly placed last March.  I had noticed some pain while chewing. Not always and really not often but sometimes.

That said, the dentist wants to replace the crown.  An appointment was made.  I was asked to allow for a two-hour appointment on the day of my choice.

Well, this is the kind of week I had.

Me:  Hey Elaine, I’m going to shower, get dressed and go to town and run a few errandsElaine: That’s great, you won’t be here bugging me while I work.

The phone rings.

Me: Hello Dental Receptionist: I’m calling about your appointment Me:  Yes? Receptionist:  Are you nearby? Me:  Not exactly, I’m at home Receptionist: Well, can you get here, your appointment was scheduled to start fifteen minutes ago Me; Oh (construction language)!  It’s Tuesday. Receptionist: We have you scheduled for the next two hours.  Can you get here?Me:  I’m just getting dressed and I live an hour from your officeReceptionist:  Well, we will need to reschedule your TWO HOUR appointment.  Let’s hope the crown doesn’t not break in the meantime

I was not only rescheduling my appointment, I was going on a guilt trip.  I’m not going alone. Elaine has all my appointments added to her work computer.  This was all her fault.

“Mr. Monner, this is Dr. Skin Doctor’s office. The spot on your back is just a mole.  But the one next to the mole is in fact cancerous.  We need to remove it.  Are you available next week?’

What a week!  On the bright side, I did get fifteen strands of solar light place to the bushes out by the road. 

Without a ladder!  And all by myself!  When I think about it, I realize it’s not that big of deal.  I have a cousin in Cheyenne that has fifty thousand Christmas lights on his house.  Did you hear me,  Fifty thousand lights.

God Bless, Love ya, Merry Christmas

Our crazy lives!

Monner