A Sunny Day in Bed

Jane Lynch
4 min readJan 18, 2022

Oh, the luxury!

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

I've written before about how I don't have a perfect record of looking after my dental health:

As my husband likes to joke, all my teeth are my own — I know that because I paid for them!

I have finally gone down the path of dental implants and am grateful I have this option of replacing teeth that have come to the end of their life.

So yesterday, I went back to the Implant Centre for a check-up to see how my first two implants have progressed. These were fitted back in September, and they have healed nicely.

It was time to get the third one done, as it's on the other side of my mouth, and I wanted to be sure the others were ok first. I will have crowns fitted by my dentist for those next week.

I asked for a morning appointment because I recently read a book by Daniel Pink called 'When', which is all about the importance of timing for the things we do. One of my takeaways from the book was that it's marginally better to have medical treatments in the morning when the practitioners are more likely to be fresh from a good night's sleep.

But there was nothing available until late afternoon next week. However, there was an appointment slot that someone had cancelled half an hour earlier for the following day at 10 am, so I decided to bite the proverbial bullet and get the third and final (I hope!) implant done straight away.

I didn't have much time to anticipate or think about it in advance, but I remembered that last time I spent a day nursing my sore and bleeding mouth and taking painkillers, so I wasn't expecting this occasion to be any different.

I asked my boss (me) if I could take a day off, and very obligingly she agreed. I arrived nice and early to park the car in the Implant Centre’s street. It happens to be practically next door to my church. Parking is difficult to find and requires payment with an app, so I allowed myself two hours so that I wouldn’t be worrying about the time. Coincidentally, my husband…

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Jane Lynch

A woman of faith, balancing bookkeeping with book-writing. Occupying that beautiful hiatus in time between the cares of parenting and the advancement of age.