There’s nothing like being poked and prodded to make you feel like your getting viejito.
It’s been at least four or five years since the last time I set foot inside of a doctor’s office. Even longer since a dentist had been allowed anywhere near my mouth. Today, I spent more than two hours laying on my back while a small army of dental staff worked on the consequences of not having come in any sooner. There were local anesthetics, numbing gels and needles involved. Did I mention there were also needles involved at my doctor’s office?
Yes, needles. As in plural. At both places.
My arms and mouth are still a little sore, pero ya lo hice, and well that’s all that matters.
I’m going to try and make the lapses of time between my next visits a little shorter.
Try. I am going to try.
