PaPa went to the dentist yesterday to get a pocket of infection in his gums above his front teeth cut out. It had eaten away at the bone. He had to get some stitches and it was pretty painful. He loved the pain killers that the dentist gave him. He has liked them so much I'm glad he only gave him 3. Of course he wanted me to take a picture of his mouth so that you could see how bad it was. As far as PaPa is concerned--sympathy is always welcomed. All he could eat last night was a chocolate malt. Today is better. He had a hot dog at IKEA. Yep--it was P-Day and we got to take off together for a few hours. We had fun. Now he is back at work downstairs in the mission office. He's da man.
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Ooh, poor Phil. Sounds like he had a little perio disease going on. Hopefully you had a good Russian dentist to take care of it! Looks like he did a good job - hopefully it doesn't come back. I loved your counsel about going to the temple. Such good advice to all of us. I'll tell you sometime about my little "tender-mercy" about going to the temple. Love you, friend
That is sad it looks like a painful deal.
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