Just Keep Smiling!

My mom had bad teeth and my dad had good teeth.    I had a 50/50 chance of getting the good teeth gene and sadly, I got the bad teeth gene.
Big sigh...

3 weeks ago an old gold crown fell off again, and I went to the dentist and they glued it back on.   I was hoping to get a couple more years out of it, but when it fell off again last night, the sad truth is that it is a goner.

Yesterday, while still recovering from a tooth implant surgery from last week, (I know, I know!) I painted a painting like I had never painted before.

I painted this and did not even think about what I was painting until it was done. 
 
  I then realized that this was like I felt inside getting that tooth implant surgery.

Then later last night, I had to debate wether this was the surgery feeling or the feeling of that crown on the other tooth falling off again.

I am now settled to thinking that it is a weird psychic combination of both.

I am ready to pay the piper (read: dentist) and get this behind me.

Geez.