So, I went to the dentist yesterday to discover that I need a root canal. It’s in a tooth that where I had a cavity filled when I was a kid. Back then, dentists were using a kind of white, composite filling that hadn’t been on the market for very long. It failed quite spectacularly, meaning that filling needed to be replaced a few years later with an amalgam filling. And then that filling was eventually replaced with a modern version of the white composite dentists currently use. With each procedure, I had more of that molar removed in order to accommodate the fillings. Ten years ago when I had the last filling, my dentist at the time warned me that I would likely require a root canal some day.
That day finally came! And of course it came on a day when Venus was opposing my natal Saturn. I can’t think of another astrological aspect that more accurately says “Let’s make sure that we drain your savings account before your next vacation.”
Oh well! At least I have insurance to pay for most of it. But now the rest of my summer is going to be super-boring because I really don’t have any money to spend on fun and frivolity. I don’t really need anything, so I suppose I’ll be okay.
On the bright side, my head does feel better this morning. The antibiotics I started yesterday are already making a difference, and the painkillers I was prescribed seem to be doing a good job.
Anyway, I’m going to pay attention to this annual opposition in the future to see if it coincides with any other events that drain my bank account. While most of the interpretations I read about the event discuss how I should be feeling during this brief transit, I can understand how a tense aspect between Venus (money) and Saturn (restrictions) can play out like this. “Cafe Astrology,” a site I often allude to on this blog, at least touches upon the topic when it mentions that this alignment of planets “puts a temporary damper on your social life. It’s not a good influence for financial endeavors either!”
I guess I should be happy that it only happens once a year . . .