AS I’VE WRITTEN lately, we’ve been having dental adventures.
The most recent report was just a few days ago in the Good and Bad. And, previous to that, there was A Dental Day. I recently wound up the process of getting a tooth implant, the first of my life, and my child bride will soon start on four implants.
On Monday we dealt with an unrelated problem, one which required a root canal for her. Our regular dentist in the state capital referred us to a dental surgeon, the talented young woman shown in the photo.
Her given name is Nayelli.
While the procedure was under way, I watched from a comfy sofa in the corner, a nice touch you’d be hard pressed to find above the Rio Bravo. I was sipping a strawberry milk shake I’d purchased just down the street.
I tried not to make slurping sounds.
The root canal took less than 45 minutes, and my child bride’s now set to start the implants in two weeks.
The adventures continue.