We got the freezing rain that was forecast, followed by a couple inches of fresh snow. All day, cars coming down the hill toward my house skidded and spun, fishtailing around the corner. It was not fun to watch that. I was very grateful for my new SUV after an uneventful drive into the office. I would not have wanted to brave those roads in my little convertible. We've been spoiled this winter by unseasonably warm temps and lack of snow.
Miss Diva's school was closed, so Gramma took advantage of the free day and took Diva to the dentist. Her parents don't make dental care a priority. Diva had not been to a dentist since she started school six years ago. She needs to have two cavities filled. She called, so excited, after her appointment. She told Walker, "I'm done at the dentist and I didn't even cry!" She didn't even care that she has to go back for the fillings.
When I was little, my mom sometimes got public assistance. My parents were divorced and my mom is disabled. She worked when she could, but sometimes, she wasn't able. There was one dentist in town who would take public assistance patients, so that's who we went to. The summer I was seven my back molars came in, and I guess I wasn't brushing back far enough. I got cavities in all eight molars. Our dentist would not give Novocaine to public assistance patients. I got all eight teeth drilled with no pain reliever. He did one side at a time, and after the first two hour appointment I was so scared to go back and have the other side done. I cried all the way there in the car. Not long after that, my dad's job offered dental insurance, so my mom found a new dentist for us. The first time I got Novocaine, I couldn't believe how painless the procedure was. Still, I'm surprised I voluntarily go to the dentist now. Those scars run deep.