My poor adopted “only child” has not had a rockin’ time this Spring Break. Just the opposite, in fact. I suspect he feels like he went to the beach with two geriatric patients who only looking like his forty-something mom and dad.
The story starts with me – Old Geezer #1. Last week, I went for a consultation about gum recession and got talked into having the procedure done immediately. The periodontist assured me that a skin graft taken from the roof of my mouth and placed in front of my four front, lower teeth was simply a “minor procedure” that would be a mere nuisance rather than the nightmare that it has turned into. After five days of either screaming out in pain or sobbing with each mouthful of water or soft food that entered my mouth, I found a local periodontist at the beach and pitched a full-fledged hissy fit until I got myself a hydrocodone prescription as well as a waived office fee in exchange for taking my histrionics out the door with me as quickly as possible.
Old Geezer #2 – hub – is simply a lesson in no good deed going unpunished.