I had to find a new dentist.
My former dentist was a good guy who had a small family practice, and never charged over what insurance covered. We had been going to him for years, and his father before him. But he fell on hard times, ended up losing his licence and suddenly retired. That was last August. We found out just before Christmas, through the news media.
I developed a troublesome tooth, so I had to find a new dentist. We went on line to search for one nearby that took our insurance. We found a nearby clinic with several dentists, and I booked an appointment. There were two cancellations before I ever got in the door. I had my exam and sort of met Dr. To. He never actually introduced himself to me, but went over my ex-rays and showed me the deep cavity, plus another and a chip to fix and the need for two crowns. Actually all were legitimate. Appointments were made and I signed my name to commit to paying the bill. Thank goodness for insurance. I only pay for 50% of the crowns, and the rest is covered. The bad tooth has been drilled and prepped for the crown and I have a temporary crown.
The problem is this is obviously an assembly line dentistry. I found out my dentist's name from reading my statement. When I saw him again I said "Dr. To ( Too)?', and was corrected "Dr. Toe". Any information I wanted, I had to ask. He handed me off way too soon to an assistant. Now I have a tooth awaiting a crown that has a mild, steady ache, and a good "Zing" when cold hits it. Are we going to cap a tooth ache? Somehow I have to get a chance to talk to him soon. I go in for a cleaning Friday. Wish me luck in being somewhat disruptive of their clockwork order.
Then there's this.
We are getting two new houses next door on what used to be our neighbor's back yard. They are not just houses, they are mega houses. The photo above is taken from our family room window. The one below is from our upstairs bedroom window.
The green along the driveway is the top of our four foot wall. Then the lot has been filled about two feet above that, with a concrete retaining wall, and then the first floor level is another three feet above that. There will be two stories. It will block out the sun.
And there's another one in the back. This photo was taken from our patio.
Change happens. We have to adapt. But we don't have to like it.