She was right.
Of course, you all know of my long and varied times of getting over one illness or injury, just to have another show up. It happens to everyone at one point or another, but in my most self-pitying moments, I feel like it only happens to me. The day in October that I finally felt like I was truly recovered from pneumonia was the day I feel and broke my wrist. A**, meet elbow.
At the moment, it's not *exactly* the same, but close enough. When I fell and broke my wrist, I also broke two front teeth. One had been previously broken a few years ago when I fell (I guess) and ended up with kidney cancer. Last month, I was eating yogurt, and the temporary replacement that had been put on the one tooth in October came off. Since I had maxed out my dental insurance, I was waiting until now for them to be able to do two crowns: one for the broken tooth, and one for the implant in progress. The dentist temporarily fixed the tooth, and all was well. I have an appt this coming Thursday afternoon for the crown over the implant site.
And now that appt will also include temporarily fixing that same tooth, yet again. Tonight I was eating soup and guess what? Ugh. I called to see if they wanted me to come in right away, or wait until Thursday. (It will get a crown, but they can only do one at a time with my insurance and the implant is overdue.) Which is fine, but it means that I have to spend a couple of very uncomfortable and self-conscious days until then. And I have to give a tour on Wednesday at work, which makes it even more annoying. Plus, the broken tooth keeps catching on my gum and that really hurts!
I know I'm lucky to have dental insurance, and the original crown on the tooth that broke off again would still be in place if I hadn't fallen in October, but really??? I'm so tired of all of this stuff, and I was just starting to feel like I was getting back to normal.
An a** or an elbow. Once again, my mother was right. ;-)