Not a good sign…

[franklanguage]

The bees are back. Several years ago—five? ten?—I noticed dead honey bees on the windowsills and landings in our building hallways. Then they disappeared for a few years; this year, I notice they're back—always dead and dying, probably because it's hard for them to find their way out once they come in.







They've probably rebounded this year as a result of the proliferation of rooftop beehives in our neighborhood this year; there's even a vendor here in the Sunday Greenmarket selling local honey from the rooftop hives.

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In other news, my teeth are on their way out. I had an uneventful checkup at the dental clinic six months ago, and last week I got four bite-wing X-rays that spelled trouble: the doctor there told me I need three extractions and some amalgam (mercury) fillings; she said porcelain wouldn't work with such advanced decay. Why didn't they detect anything six months ago? I got a second opinion.

Peter Silver (jazzdds@aol.com) told me I need two root canals and no extractions, but he's expensive: it would be the cost of a used car to have my teeth fixed, and I don't have any money. I'm contemplating selling all my jewelry, which might cover it; if I sell it on eBay, which I might, I'll be sure to list it here as well.

Comments

[franklanguage.livejournal.com]

I'm not getting viable teeth ripped out just to replace them with plastic; my roommate has dentures, and replacing your natural teeth with plastic opens up a whole new world of problems, not the least of which is denture breath. Do you have dentures? How do you like them?

Of course, since Medicaid will only pay for cleanings, fillings, extractions, and dentures, the dentists would love to get me to get dentures. I'm not even 50 yet! No way!

[brockulfsen.livejournal.com]

Not yet, ask me in a couple of months.