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Wednesday, June 22, 2022

French apartment renovations, Day 546: Teeth and a time warp

9,474 steps

Ivy and I went to a different dentist this morning, someone who had a last-minute opening. It was in the big fancy dental clinic with 3 floors of offices. Very different than our normal dentist, where it's just her and her assistant who helps with cleaning the tools. The assistant doesn't do hygenist stuff at all, or receptionist stuff. That's all done by the dentist herself.

Anyway, good news is Ivy doesn't have an abcessed tooth. Instead, one of her baby molars has been keeping one of the adult molars from coming down all the way, creating a little pocket of space where food can get trapped. The baby molar won't last much longer; we could see most of the roots had already disappeared in the x-ray. They cleaned out the food that had gotten stuck in that pocket and advised Ivy to keep that area clean. Worst case they can pull that baby tooth if it keeps happening again. It's already a bit loose. But I don't think we'll need that.

We enjoyed our walk there and back; it started raining, just enough to wet the sidewalks but not enough to get us wet. Ivy is a chatterbox and I love listening to what she has to say.

I worked most of the day on putting together clinical breech scenarios, pulled directly from actual births. These will get turned into fancy laminated flash cards that we'll use during our simulation training.

We have a guest staying in Le Catamaran for a week. He's the oldest son of some good friends of ours; we used to babysit him when he was a wild and crazy 2-year-old back when we were young grad students. Now he's in his early 20s. When did that happen?!? He and Eric played soccer this evening and had a great time.

Zari and I had a long talk about existential things like truth and religion and how to reconcile the good things that can come from religion without excusing the bad things (manipulation, abuse, lying, etc). She's a good kid and is wrestling with issues I mostly didn't think about until my 30s. Well, the feminist issues were always at a forefront but other things weren't until much later.

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