Today is Mike's birthday so for the next six months I will again be considered young until my birthday makes my age number larger than his and I'll be an old lady again. We've been celebrating the day with laziness. I thought about planning a weekend out, but decided that made little sense considering we just got back a week ago. Instead I sprung for upgrades to first class for the trip back (which is so much cheaper at the gate!) and will be grilling steak and lobster. Knowing I am death to all cuts of meat, he may regret the decision to let me cook tonight. I guess only time will tell if I'll need to break open a box of macaroni and cheese as a back up.
The weekend has provided us another opportunity to appreciate and long for small simplicities no longer afforded us. I bit down wrong the other night and chipped one of my front teeth. I am a paranoid nutcase when it comes to my teeth (my recurring bad dreams all involve losing teeth) and would be seeking immediate dental attention back home. Being here, though, I have to try to decide if my tooth is truly chipped badly enough to warrant a $140 plane ride out of the village to get to the nearest dentist about whom I know nothing. I tried to be covert in my operations, but got busted trying to take pictures of my traitor tooth. My thoughts are to call my dentist back home and, if necessary, e-mail pictures so that he can tell me if it actually needs work or that I'll be wasting my time and the dentist will say there's nothing to be done. I'm hoping he will not laugh at me when I call him as much as Mike did upon hearing my plan.
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