It’s been two days since the extraction of tooth # 18 and I must say that the experience took it out of me. I had my last tooth pulled in 2016, so I was seven years younger then. Yesterday, I couldn’t stay awake long enough to remember the title of poet Mark Nepo’s latest book, the one I’d been reading to take my mind off the upcoming dental surgery. But this morning I had enough energy to open the door to the sunporch where I’d left the book. When I grabbed it, I snickered. The title, falling down and getting up was so close to how I was feeling that I was stunned. I thought – yup – I’ve fallen down and now I’m trying to get up.
The hours I spent in the dental chair flashed to my mind. I chose to be sedated despite the fact this meant a nurse had to find a vein in my arm. Because even waiting for needles terrifies me, I needed something to do and began rummaging in my purse. I was desperately looking for Kleenex as sometimes (is this part of aging?) a tiny bit of drool escapes from my lips on the right side. I never know when this might happen so I wanted to be prepared. Finally locating the almost empty pack in my purse, I glanced at my other hand and noted it was clutching a wadded up Kleenex. I was aghast! I know forgetfulness is part of aging but I didn’t know I forgot stuff.
The nurse arrived shortly after and while poking at my arm, she said, “My, you have tiny little veins.” And then I was not conscious. Where I went, I couldn’t tell you. But I came back, thank heavens.
Perhaps one of the secrets of successfully aging is continually getting up after facing yet another concern or outcome of growing older. And believe me, there are many surprises. One thing that happens is a perfectly good molar can crack under its protective crown and get infected. But said molar is no more and I’m looking forward to another birthday next month.
What is a consequence of aging that you are most dreading or most looking forward to?
