I'd been worried that the sensation of pressure I was having on the upper right was crown trouble (I have a crown up there that's on a tooth that only got half a root canal, because my root channels are tiny, twisty, and highly calcified, and back when I got it done, both my regular dentist and an endodontist decided that since only half the pulp was infected, it wasn't worth the risk of breaking my maxilla to get to the other half.*) but it turns out that there's just some decay in the tooth next to the crown, and a simple filling should fix it. Also, apparently I have a chipped tooth that needs some TLC.
Total bill, under seven hundred dollars. Whew.
If you ever need to identify my body, my dentist is Dr. David Moskow, in Glastonbury, CT. I cannot recommend him highly enough; he's gentle, willing to explain, listens to his patients, and he only gave me a very small lecture, which I richly deserved.
So that's done. Last annoying piece of body maintenance on my schedule for the year is an overdelayed trip to the girl doctor**, and then I will be declared maintained for a little while.
Tonight is the last climbing night before Thanksgiving. *g* I'm hoping the meat will cooperate today and give me some good rides. Monday I was only sort of moderately successful--despite massive weakness, balance, and insecurity issues, I resent the 5.8 and two kind of tricky routes on the slab, which I guess is adequate for the day after a deathmarch. Tonight, if I can find some go, I'd like to go back and work on that 5.7+ some more, and maybe take a few licks at the last 5.7 in the gym that I haven't sent, which is a route in the corner on the crack. Tricky, tricky. But it might be fun, and I've never managed anything on that wall.
I think I'm officially going to have to move up to 5.8s now, as the 5.7s are getting--not easy, exactly, because my strength/weight ratio is still ass for this sport (though slowly improving, with more strength and less weight coming in increments)--but I'm understanding how to do them much better. On the other hand, drill also improves technique: you learn a lot from finding better ways to do things you already know how to do. This is as true in sport as in art: if you are always at the very edge of your competence, you're always off-balance and sloppy.
*Yes, the tooth is only mostly dead.
**Like the horse doctor. Why do we need special doctors for girls? It always makes me think of large animal vets.