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After five months of no physical contact with anyone but Grant, I went to the dentist and had my teeth X-rayed, examined, and cleaned. Three sets of hands in my mouth, fortunately not all at the same time, but a lot of contact. Everyone wore gloves and masks. The hygienist also had a plastic shield. There was an air filter running in the exam room. Now all I can do is cross my fingers that we did enough to keep germs at bay.

The bad news: the reason my tooth with the hellaciously expensive gold crown has stopped hurting is because the nerve has died. Now I need a root canal, in the best scenario, or an implant if everything does not work out. I'm ruing my decision to forgo dental insurance. 

It also means I will have at least twp more dental appointments, this time at a specialist's office, because my new dentist says mine would be a tricky procedure. Sigh. And I still can't hug my children or go see my grandchildren. This pandemic is getting old.

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