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Friday, August 16, 2019

The Dental Experience

All that money in my lifetime that was invested in my teeth. The goal was to keep them.

My visit to the dentist 4 months ago did not end as I had expected. I was anticipating pouring more money into my mouth..a couple of inplants and I would be all fixed up. Not so. My dentist had other ideas. He advises against the expensive implants as the teeth were not stable and it would be investing more money into implants while other teeth were sure to go. Deep pockets, gum disease and unstable teeth and it was time to go another route. Tears streaming as he said it was not time to think about dentures. All these years he has tried to prepare me for this day. I thought I would be ready but apparently I wasn't.

We had the discussion. I don't want to have all the problems my friends and family complain about with dentures so I let him know that I wanted the implanted dentures. I left the office that day with a prescription for Halcyon and some antibiotics. In two weeks I would return all Halcyoned up...and the extractions of molars would begin meanwhile a care plan would be initiated with the costs detailed.

21,000.00. I wasn't too shocked. I had researched the cost of having this done and knew it wouldn't be cheap.

Two weeks later, and 1 hour before the appointment, I swallowed the Halcyon. I do not remember getting to the office nor getting in the chair nor any of what happened during the next hour. What a blessing! I'm a white knuckle dental patient and was not believing that Halcyon would be this effective. I'm a believer and already have my next dose for my next visit. Love me some Halcyon. Someone should have told me about this when I was having root canals and implants done!

My next visit was not supposed to be for 4 months as a bone graft was done on the first visit and a 4 month waiting period is needed to give the bone graft time to grow and fill the huge pocket from an old infection. I had to visit earlier then expected. A cavity was rocking my head; one that could not be repaired. A root canal would be necessary and neither the dentist nor I wanted to put that much money in a tooth that would be eventually extracted. Our plan? We pushed the extraction of the remaining teeth forward. An impression was made for the temporary denture that should arrive in two weeks. The remaining teeth will be extracted at that time and I will have to wear the temporary denture for a longer period of time. The bone graft will have to fill that space (4 months) and then the implants will be placed and those have to heal for 4 months. During this time I will be wearing the temporary dentures.

My dentist had warned me this would be a long process and would take patience and to just "hang with me" till we get you through this. It's one day, one month at a time right now.

My little cavity is being medicated with Orajel and hopefully we can move to the next step. The temporary dentures should arrive in two weeks and one week has already passed. I'll contact the hygienist next week for an update.

I'm not looking forward to the conventional dentures as most people I know are not happy with them. I've heard all kinds of stories on soreness, looseness and inability to chew. Hopefully this will be temporary and the implants will not offer these problems.

Updates to follow.

Friday, April 26, 2019

Great Plans Laid To Waste and Trippin to The Coast

I had some great plans and one of them was to blog daily. The last time I posted was almost a year ago and it was on the trip Carrie and I took to expose her to as many states as possible.
We were on Day 2 which had us arriving in Casa Grande Arizona. It was Friday and we decided to stay with my sister in law through the weekend and escape the weekend motel rates on the coast. We would eventually leave early Monday morning for San Diego.
 We rolled through El Paso, stopping to drive up to UTEP for the view across the Rio Grande. The housing situation appears to have improved since the years past from the last time I was on this site. The tar paper shacks with tin roofs had changed to wooden structures scattered on the hill side terraced down from one level to another. The heat hadn't changed at all. 111 degrees recorded making the exterior of the car impossible to touch. We took a few pictures of Carrie with Mexico across the river in the background, and moved on. We rolled along to Tucson and finally to Casa Grande.

Family appeared to visit bringing along Kentucky Fried Chicken and all the fixins. Saturday we lazed around town and headed later to Chandler, Arizona for lunch. We would later appreciate this down time as the rest of the trip found us on the move exploring new places and old.
Monday morning as planned we headed to San Diego. Through Hotels.com we reserved a room in the hotel circle. The hotel circle, if you are not familiar with San Diego, is an area that has most of the major hotels close to most of the attractions of San Diego. We could have walked to Old Town had we known we were so close. We checked in to the hotel for seventy dollars a night. The room was clean, the pool was clean and the jacuzzi was awesomely warm and the jets powerful we found late that afternoon. This was a hotel frequented by the college crowd but it was quiet and safe and in the right price range.  As soon as we unpacked  we headed for Old Town. First stop was a wonderful Mexican food restaurant. I had a margarita; Carrie didn't. Later we strolled the streets looking in the shops for souvenirs for Carrie's friends.

The pool and the jacuzzi finished off this day in San Diego. The next morning we headed for the beach. This part of California has a rough rocky beach. The seals were sunning themselves on the ledge and the water was frigid. Later in the day we went to Balboa Park where we spend the rest of the afternoon. We parked in the parking lot and took the tram into the park. I love spending time in Balboa Park. The museum is a must see and the artists that have their oil paintings, the pottery places and the jewelry shops are quaint and afford an afternoon of wandering from place to place. The artists are happy to explain their craft. Again to the jacuzzi in the late afternoon and tomorrow would we would be on our way to L.A.
Freeway driving was an experience in it's own.
I'm going to finish the blogging on this trip in the hopes that someday Carrie will look back on this; read and reminisce.



Thursday, August 2, 2018

The Trip June 20, 2018 Day 1 and 2

"When Nana? When are we leaving?"
I had no answer for her. As June rolled along, and doctors appointments were met, an answer would soon be available for my 12 yr. old granddaughter.
 Doctor appointments and labs were being ticked off, the answer to her question was becoming more clear.
June 20th we visited my last appointment; my ortho doctor related to the pain I was having in my shoulders. I suspected rotator cuff tears but the X Rays showed none and if there were tears they might be so small that only an MRI would reveal them. I opted to continue on with Mobic and let time settle this.
"When Nana? When are we leaving?" Carrie's question hovered over me and this time I had an answer. "Now Carrie; we are leaving now!" and we did.
Our suitcases had been packed and waiting in the trunk of the car. I'm a spontaneous sort so I was prepared for a exit that too would be spontaneous and we were on our way.

Six hours would put us in San Antonio where we would spend the night and explore the city the next day. By the time we reached Houston, the skies had darkened and the rain that was forecast was bearing down. It came down in sheets, lightening flashing and thunder roaring, we had to get off the highway. Cars and trucks were exiting interstate to find a safe place to wait out the downpour. I contemplated getting a room and driving on to San Antonio in the morning but the fear of waking to find my car underwater changed my mind. We waited. Soon the rain slowed to a fine pattern of scattered drops. We reentered the highway and moved cautiously along.

Our first night was spend just outside of San Antonio. A Motel 8 was our home for the night. Carrie is a little nervous about my choice of hotels since the trip we made last year and one of our stays left us wishing we had picked a different motel. Arriving at this hotel, I slipped out of the car and into the lobby where I asked the clerk if I could see the room we would be renting. She extended a key and pointed me to the room. Gathering up Carrie from the car, we went to check out the room which was delightfully clean and acceptable.

A little information for my readers on The Trip.
Carrie and I have no specific plans on this trip. We know San Antonio is our first stop but other then that, we have no idea where we are going or how long we will be traveling. One goal is to pay less then 100.00 a night on accomodations  which we accomplished with our stay at this Motel 8. Clean and safe and less then 100 dollars is our goal. The last time Carrie was in San Antonio, she was only three years old.


This trip she will remember.

Up and about, it's now June 21st and we are visiting the Alamo. Pictures and pictures and more pictures. We walked through the old stone structure peering into the rooms through thick walls of rock and crude construction. Soon we exited to the beautiful grounds and walked the paths through the gardens finding our way to a tent where a video was being shown on the history of the Alamo.
The River Walk was our next stop, lunch and then to stroll the streets and visit the shops where Carrie had her hand dipped in wax and then in cold water and back again into the hot wax. After multiple repeats of this process, her hand was removed from the wax and the peace sign featuring her hand form was revealed. This wax hand would have to be kept cool and the challenge was to keep it in the ice chest without being crushed. More on the hand's journey a little farther on. . Later it was to Ripley's Believe It or Not for the remainder  of the afternoon. Carrie got to choose what she wanted to do and this was exactly what we did. Three floors to this exhibit of weird and wonderful, Carrie oohed and ahhed  and kept pleading "Nana, look at this!" and "Ooooh, look Nana!" and I did. I followed her from floor to floor, my weak knees protesting all the stairs. and a few rest stops needed. I should have done a exercise routine before starting this trip.
Late afternoon and we were back in the car and headed west. We talked about California but weren't sure we would make it that far. It was a goal to attain.
Texas takes a while to cross.  500 miles of Sand and sage and ahead before reaching El Paso but before that  was Luling. I've never came through Luling without stopping for BBQ.The ribs, the brisket and the sausage was on my mind  My mouth watered as the sign on interstate declared Luling was just ahead. Soon Luling was but a dot in my back glass as Carrie didn't have the same feeling about BBQ as I do. We kept moving west.
Eventually New Mexico state line appeared and we moved west still. After a long day of driving and a few stops, we arrived in Casa Grande, Arizona. It is now Friday and a good time to take a break before heading to the coast.



Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Number 1..2018, March

I've been absent. My daily musings haven't been daily and not even monthly. I've lapsed..a lot. I have no excuse for this lapse. As with a diet, once you veer off path, it's easy to stay lost and not find the path back to your goal or as in the case of my writing, my online memory bank.

Now to catch you up. For the past three years, the husband has been home..a lot. Except for 81 days last year when he did a contract job, he has been around the house and that may account for some of my lapse. 
Yesterday I tried to use the weed eater and became very frustrated that it didn't thread as I remembered. I was at my daughter's house to work on her lawn. I haven't done lawn work for almost three years as that has become my husbands' sole domain. In anger, I called home to ask him if he had changed the head on the weed eater. I had to come back home with it and that's when he showed me how to thread it and the weed eater I remembered using the last time I did lawn work was the OLD weed eater. Since that one expired, I had purchased a new one that loaded the string totally different and didn't remember doing this. Should he go back to work full time, I will have to be retrained on all the lawn equipment because it then becomes my job to keep up appearances.

I still get to make the bed and clean the floors and cook. Will the fun ever stop? No. Housework is never ending and under appreciated. Occasionally I go on strike. I Netflix for days while watching the dust accumulate, the bits of debris that collect on the floors, the rumpled bed and the fingerprints on the glass doors. 


Summer is approaching and I'm getting nervous and a bit sad. I'm not a fan of the heat and humidity. Right now we are enjoying our 20 minutes of spring. The azaleas are in bloom, the Easter lilies and the flower beds are ablaze with color. It's time to do some deep cleaning on my car. This is something I do before 'sweat season' arrives. I cleaned out the storage building and neatened it up; another chore done while still enjoying the cool mornings. ....and I have left this posting for almost two weeks!

I'm back. I veered off path again and I'm now returning to this post. I use to be so diligent on posting as was a few of my online friends. We posted daily. I've lost track of Pearl and her postings. She was awesome. Buffalo..another amazing writer has passed on to the great print station in the sky, the exact location unknown. 
Friends and acquaintances, they come and they go. They flit through your life, dancing and whirling with their jobs, families and activities. One becomes involved and includes them and upon their leaving, the niche they occupied leaves a gap in the links of your life. That chain will be filled or that gap will shrink leaving you with memories only and hopefully the memories will be enough. Goodbye Pearl and Buffalo; I miss you both.

I seldom post negative things on this blog but another loss I must mention is the loss of one of my brothers. I won't go into great detail but suffice it to say, the memories of our youth flooded my brain. I still seldom pass a day without thinking of him. Of seven children, he is the first to pass. Our lives as adults were separated by many miles so most of my memories were in that house of seven. I'll miss you always bro!
I started this post in March and here it is well into the month of April. Maybe I'll get into the swing of things and do at least one post a month. I'm done for now.