AARP and untrustworthy teeth

Poor Robert discovered when he flossed his teeth last night that a tooth had crumbled, or perhaps a cap had come off. He wasn't sure. He finally told me about it this morning. (Can you spot the gender difference? I would have been announcing it before I'd finished flossing. There I would have been -- half-dressed, line of floss leading into my mouth, talking excitedly. But no, Robert waited a full twelve hours before saying anything, and he brought it up as if to say "the lawn looks like it could use some cleanup" or "just going to run out to get some gas". Yup, definite gender difference there.)

So now he's off seeing my dentist, or at least, someone in that practice. He has his own dentist who's a single practitioner. Last time there was dental excitement on Robert's part, the dentist sleepily answered the phone that Saturday morning, prescribed some antibiotics, suggested that Robert contact him on Monday if things didn't clear up, and then presumably went back to sleep. Turned out that time that Robert needed a root canal. So presumably, if Robert needs more immediate help, he'll get it today. Alternatively, he'll be told he can wait til Monday. That's all we need right now -- reassurance one way or the other.

But I have to ask -- what is it about acquiring this AARP card? Actually, my teeth started going nuts a few months before the AARP card came. Somehow, no one told me that bad teeth were part of the bag of goodies we'd get when we turned 50.