First, the bad news. The dentist said I would have to have two teeth removed...root canal and then ... a bone graft.
A what? What the hell is ... a bone graft? Well, truth be told, I could go into detail. But I wont. Let's just say, it's as hideous and painful as it sounds. More bad news. Out of pocket, even with insurance...this little trip to the dentist was going to cost me $2,000 (well, actually $1904, but why quibble?) As a journalist, $200 would have been a lot...but $2,000? Kill me now. It gets worse. On the way back from said dentist, my car died.
In years gone past, I would have greeted such a day with "Oh well, that's life." I might have even drowned my sorrows in some booze, but I don't drink (as a journalist, I did enough imbibing in the 80s). Ah, I know...soap operas! The old standby. When you're having a piss-poor, miserable, are-you-kidding-me? kinda day, nothing is -- or should I say was -- better than getting lost in a couple of daytime dramas.
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