I got a call from the ex-wife this morning. The girls' school called her saying Shelby had a toothache. Normally she could have handled such a thing without me, but Shelby's regular dentist was not in today. Shelby was referred to a different dentist, which meant they wouldn't have our insurance information on file. So I had to meet Shelby and her mother at the school to give them the insurance information. Of course, this task was met with unexpected complexity due to the weather. The rain and at most light dusting of snow we were supposed to get turned into an outright snow storm (for these parts). Fire the weathermen I say. I mean, coaches that go to four superbowls without winning get fired. Firing is the least we could do for these so called forecasters of weather.
The verdict at the dentist? Shelby has two permanent teeth trying to come into the same spot where there's a loose tooth, and that baby tooth isn't really ready to come out yet. So they've got her on Tylenol with codine as needed pending a visit and decision from her proper dentist probably Tuesday. My big fear here is that they'll want to pull not one but two teeth. Am I the only one that remembers the experience of coaxing my own daughter to put the nitrous mask on so the dentist could drill-and-fill cavities some seven months ago? Having to pull the teeth of my seven year-old would be a harrowing experience indeed. Darned impatient teeth. Typical of something of Shelby's. They're as impatient as she is. Sheesh.
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