Chad must have gotten his way with words from Vince. Yesterday we were talking and I was telling him that I’m not planning any trips anywhere til I get my teeth issue resolved. Apparently, he was thinking I was putting it off because of the cost.
Me: I’m not planning any trips until I get my teeth right. I go back to the endodontist in San Angelo towards the end of June.
Chad: Mom, I know you can afford to get your teeth fixed.
Me: It isn’t a matter of $$, it’s getting to see the endodontist. I saw him in May and he is going to re-do the root canals but I had to wait 5 weeks before he has an opening.
Chad: At this point, I’d be tempted to get them pulled.
Me: I’ve thought about it but it’s two teeth and if I get those pulled and then later have a problem and have to get two more pulled, then I’m missing four teeth.
Chad: Yes, I guess for your age, it’s pretty good to still have all your teeth.
My age! What? He must think I’m really old. I guess I am! It seems between Chad and the little boy at Sam’s Club, everyone is trying to tell me I’m old.