{"id":419,"date":"2008-04-03T20:28:00","date_gmt":"2008-04-04T00:28:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/?p=419"},"modified":"2009-01-14T22:08:04","modified_gmt":"2009-01-15T02:08:04","slug":"the-other-kind-of-fifties-moment","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/?p=419","title":{"rendered":"The Other Kind of Fifties Moment"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.duntemann.com\/teethtop.jpg\" align=\"left\" height=\"243\" hspace=\"4\" width=\"349\" style=\"float: left; margin-right: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em;\">The               massive urban renewal project that is the inside of my mouth got               into high gear again this morning, with what I call a three-p procedure:               It took six hours, with three pee breaks, and (I am not exaggerating               !) <i>fifteen<\/i> separate injections of local anaesthetic. Uggh.               The surgeon removed my lower horseshoe, which has been in my mouth               since September 2001, and cleaned up what damage had occurred during               seven years in place. Two fillings had to be drilled out and replaced,               and all the teeth had to be re-margined. One tooth, while not infected,               had broken into three pieces underneath the horeshoe (probably due               to my perpetual clenching and grinding during the night) and no               longer has enough structure above the gum line to be retained. It               will have to be pulled, and later this year (once the bone heals)               an implant post will be put in place to carry the eventual crown.<\/p>\n<p>So here I am at home, groggy on painkillers, watching out my window               as a blizzard rages on the slopes of my mountain. What month is               this again? We already have four inches out there and it&apos;s still               coming down hard. A friend at church told us that this has been               the wettest, coldest, <i>longest<\/i> winter he&apos;s seen the whole               sixteen years he&apos;s lived here.<\/p>\n<p>And tomorrow morning at 7, I go back for six more hours to accomplish               a similar treatment on the uppers. Alas, the upper horeshoe is in               pretty tight (a good thing, actually, for my teeth&apos;s sake these               past seven years) and the surgeon will have to cut it out in chunks               using diamond burrs. (I&apos;ll be tasting stainless steel for weeks.)<\/p>\n<p>But to the story at hand: I asked the young dental surgical assistant               if I could have the lower horseshoe back so I could put it on my               curio shelf. She said sure, and asked what else I had on the shelf.               I ran down the short-form list:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>A horse vertebra.<\/li>\n<li>A cow skull that wears my Lane Tech high school mortarboard.<\/li>\n<li>A radio-controlled rat.<\/li>\n<li>A Pope Benedict XVI bobble-head.<\/li>\n<li>A stuffed squirrel that giggles when you press his tummy.<\/li>\n<li>A meteorite fragment given me by Pete Albrecht.<\/li>\n<li>A Giant Squid action figure.<\/li>\n<li>A Tim-Bird ornithopter<\/li>\n<li>My father&apos;s slide rule.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>She smiled, nodded, and then asked, &#8220;What&apos;s a slide rule?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I explained as best I could. I realized that this was the other               kind of Fifties Moment; that is, when you realize that you&apos;re in               your fifties and almost everybody else isn&apos;t. I ache for the day\u2014though               I will probably not live to see it\u2014when graying Gen-Y fiftysomethings               talk about their vintage gear collection, and some young punk asks,               in all sincerity: &#8220;What&apos;s an iPod?&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The massive urban renewal project that is the inside of my mouth got into high gear again this morning, with what I call a three-p procedure: It took six hours, with three pee breaks, and (I am not exaggerating !) fifteen separate injections of local anaesthetic. Uggh. The surgeon removed my lower horseshoe, which has [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[39],"class_list":["post-419","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daybook","tag-health"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/419","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=419"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/419\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":431,"href":"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/419\/revisions\/431"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=419"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=419"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.contrapositivediary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=419"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}