The good news is that the endodontist did not perform a root canal yesterday. Instead he found another cavity. At least I thought it was good news, until he rubbed his hands together and said, “You may be back in a week or so.” Actually, he didn’t rub his hand together but he had a big smile. He and I have done business before, and he knows a good customer when he sees her.
So I made another appointment with my primary dentist and will have two cavities addressed next Tuesday, with a third to follow the week after…perhaps. I have no feeling in tooth number #3 because Dr. Way did a root canal four years ago. Darn, has it been four years?
After the visit to Dr Way, we stopped at Cafe Tatti, our favorite French Bistro, for lunch where I threw caution to the wind and along with my onion soup and salad nicoise, I had two glasses of a rose Zinfandel, my favorite white wine. David does not drink…ever. The waiter asked him if he was the designated driver. I don’t drink often, those were the first glasses of wine I had in over two years. I know how long it was because I have been tracking my food via Weight Watchers for two years and never had to calculate wine before. Surprisingly, it is only a couple of points.
In a warm relaxed mood from the lovely food, we drove home through our latest snow shower, and I caught a few shots from the car window while fellow drivers blew their horns furiously. Sometimes you need to pause and appreciate the view outside your window, and I was in an appreciative mood. Fortunately, the designated driver was too.