We went to Atlanta to visit one of my oldest friends this past weekend. Had a wonderful time just relaxing and catching up with the family. We went to the pool, some great restaurants and just chilled. Everything good until I took a bite of a chocolate square and my temporary crown came flying off. Because I cannot go one minute without something happening. Off we go to Eileens dentist and they were great getting me in and fixing me.
Eileen and I also saw my college roommate Vicki. I have not seen her in ages and didn’t even realize she lived in GA. It was strange, because although we probably haven’t seen each other in ten years, we went right back to the way we were. I feel like the bonds you make when you’re young remain, no matter how much time has passed. I was so happy to see her.
Then I come home to the news that my knee surgery was cancelled. Why, you may ask…Let me tell you. I had a bunch of pre-op tests, blood tests, etc. According to these my A1C is 8.1. Doctor wants it to be 7.5. Your A1C number is a scale that diabetics use to see what their blood sugar has been over the last 3 months. A normal number for a diabetic is under 7. The problem has been that in the last three months I’ve had: Covid, the Gallbladder Debacle (3 surgeries total), a UTI, the tooth episode, plus some random weird cold. My body reacts to everything so numbers have been through the roof. Im surprised it wasn’t worse. However, they explained that if the number is high, I chance infection and its not pretty. SOOOO, I have to reschedule operation to god knows when. Im really annoyed because I had this section of time all planned out, but best laid plans..
Today I had the final tooth put in and my head is throbbing. You have to wonder what the hell someones thinking when they decide “Ill be a dentist!” I love my dentist but they’re all a bunch of sadists and no-one can tell me otherwise.