Dental Woes

I'm off to see my dentist today for yet another dental adventure.
What does this have to do with late-in-life motherhood?
Nothing, really.
This is just my life.
I am a dental disaster waiting to happen.
Sometimes I think I should schedule a standing weekly appointment with my dentist. But, I don't want to hear him say, "Uh-oh!" four times a month.
Woe is me.
This newest adventure involves a simple crown replacement gone wrong. Of course, it all started when I cracked a porcelain crown. My dentist never had a patient crack a porcelain crown before. But, if someone was going to do it, it would be me.
And one thing led to another and another and another ... and now my dentist and I are seeing each other much too frequently.
Don't get me wrong. I like my dentist. Love my dentist. If I didn't trust my him, I would let my wretched teeth rot out of my head.
Looking back, my wedding vows should have been phrased to include something like: "love, honor, cherish, and pay my dental bills ... " If I took the time to tally up all the costs, we probably could have paid cash for at least one of our kid's college tuition.
Ah, well.
I'll see you on the other side of the laughing gas.