I don’t like to complain…. Well actually I suppose I do on
occasion complain a fair amount. I, like most Canadians, like to complain about
the weather. But of course Canadians are not unique in the area. Yesterday
while I was shopping someone said to me “This is Canada – if you don’t like the
weather, wait five minutes and it will change”. I had always thought that an
uniquely Canadian comment until last year in Washington State, I heard someone
say exactly the same thing- “This is Washington – if you don’t like the
weather, wait five minutes and it will change.” So I guess all humans complain
about the weather. But I am not sure if commenting about the weather is really
complaining.
I also, as the occasional reader will know, complain every
once in a while about our politicians. Lord knows there is a lot to complain
about. In fact I think I am surprisingly reserved in my comments. Like talking
about the weather, complaining about our, at best, seemingly incompetent
politicians would seem to be our civic duty. But generally I really don’t
complain a lot about my personal life – but today I will.
I have had every tooth in my head filled not once but twice.
There are a few that have been repaired at least three times. The teeth were
first filled over a the years by a number of dentist, most of whom seem to take
great delight in excavating as much as they possible could from the center of
my teeth and then filling the hole with metal fillings. As a consequence, I had
very little original enamel left. So the teeth broke, got repaired and the broke
again. My present dentist decided a few years ago that all of my teeth needed
to be rebuilt from the ground up. I had the last tooth done about a year ago in
a six hour session. I knew I need to get them crowned but I thought I had a
year or two before problems started to arise.
WRONG!!! A month ago I developed some problems and needed to
get a root canal done and two crowns installed. On the weekend I developed “some
soreness” on the other side. I was told yesterday that I had an abscess and
will need another root canal, and then have to go through the process of
getting crowns for three more teeth. When I told the receptionist and then the
dentist that I just wanted a whole new head – they thought I was joking…. I am
not. I am tired of not only being “uncomfortable” because my at any given time
at least on tooth hurts, I am also tired of dreading going to the dentist.
While he is a great dentist and very solicitous about any discomfort, I am
really getting tired of contributing to his grandchildren’s’ university fund (I
have already paid for his kids to go to six years of post secondary education).
Perhaps this will be my last visit for a while but there is
something wrong when I see my dentist, within a eight week period, almost more
times than I have seen my grandkids in a 12 month period. So I am complaining!!
