I had an old dentist-the operative word here being OLD- he was in his 70’s.
My mouth was full of silver and spit and polish to hold teeth together, but by
God, my teeth held together,
Something had gotten to me,perhaps it was hearing the same old shtick over
and over, and Jim said try my dentist.
What a mistake.
I never had a dentist who made crowns and things and let his dental
hygienist put them in.This guy thought he was something, showing off
what he can do on a computer and how quickly he can “produce” things
.One month later, a cap fell off.
Guess what?When I went to the office he informed me that he
“thought” he would try a cap, but now that it has fallen off, he wanted
me to put out a grand for a new back molar.Uh, I didn’t have trouble with
the tooth in the first place,and you, sphincter dentist, decided looking
in my mouth =$$$$, and this is what I get for your “dynamic” dentistry?
It goes without saying I’ll be going back to the old guy or someone who
does their own work.Leave an email if you want me to tell you the jerk’s
I had a special guest star with me coming into work today,: my godson, Greg.
Today he begins his senior year at Temple University and I can’t believe how the time has flown.
When he has the class time, he’ll come all the way into town with me and walk me to work.
Then he heads up to the main campus.
He has overcome a lot with his Asperbergers to get as far as he has and I, for one, can not
be prouder of him.He hopes to teach learning disabled children.
Saturday marks 15 years since my Dad passed away at home. My Aunt and Mom took care of him while I was at work: I had him from 4PM until 6:30am.
I knew I was losing my Dad 8 months earlier. My Dad, who loved to drive, stopped-end of story.
I knew something was wrong.
My Dad was diagnosed with Non-alcoholic stenotic hepatitis.The disease took him away after 8 months.In a way, it was the best and worst time of my life.I was always tight with my Dad,and when someone hands you a full urinal at 2am, well, we would talk until we fell back asleep.
It was a terrible time because my Dad didn’t want to go to the hospital to get drained, which had accompanied the disease.We couldn’t even get him downstairs, he was so blown up. We managed to get him down, and I promised him that if he went that one time, he’d never have to go again.
We kept him home in hospice care from the V.A., and I was glad that we did.I know it gave him some peace that he was home. Roughly 18 months ago, my Mom left from the same house,but her disease was Dementia. I was glad my brother Bob and I kept her in her home.I know she, too, had some peace.
There is not a day, especially of late, that I don’t miss them both. I am grateful they brought me up with a faith that is firm and believes that I will see them again one day.They are both wagging their fingers down at me and my life from heaven….I know I will see them again some day and they’ll still be doing the same thing…lol.
I am up because I have been fighting itchiness…mosquito bites,dry skin, too much acid in my system, ala strawberries and
blueberries…you name it.
To try to fall back to sleep,well, I have to be up in three hours anyhow.
There is no help from Jim, who crashes and burns around 1 AM-I am asleep, he gets to bed and ta-dah! I am awake.
With the itchiness, I have tried taking a Benadryl, but usually it leaves me groggy through lunchtime. I actually did
pretty well and went about 4 weeks without coffee, but once the tired feeling is with me, the vicious coffee circle
**In the meanwhile, I was typing this on my HP laptop, only to have it die for the battery…like I need this at
this hour of the morning.I would use my Mac, except I left the power cord down at Undisclosed, which really sucks**
I have managed to put my lunch together for the day since I am already up, and both Zush and Kasia are
looking at me as if I was going to take them out. I had to tell them to go sleep like their Dad, and I would
take them out later.
Well, I am going in search of hydrocortisone creme and maybe, just maybe, I’ll cross paths with my pillow
Waking up this morning, I was greeted by the weather station informing me of the warning for a
bad air quality day.
I wonder how much of this is done due to holes in the ozone layer, industrial pollution and the
like.I remember as a kid we never heard warnings like this. The worst you had to deal with then was
high humidity.As you are going through your day, and you get to be in my age group(+50),you
sound a little wheezy.
I really can’t escape the bad air days in center city-after all, you work in an office building where the air has poor circulation.
I think Mother Nature tries to get our attention: I shudder to think of how much more that we
have to experience.
…and you don’t realize you don’t have it, or its altered, until it’s gone.
For 11 years, we had a marvelous old house where things worked, gardens were to be had, plumbing worked,
and it was a pleasure living in our house.Then the house sold.
We moved into my late mother’s house, with our belongings crammed in**even after we threw a ton of stuff away**and between the amount of estate stuff, sibling stuff,it’s enough to even make me claustrophobic.
Then there is the house, aka Undisclosed location II,and hopefully, by the time that we get down this weekend, we might see some walls up and a roof.
Is there a magical time when you become an adult? Moving out of your parent's house? Paying your first bill? Getting married? Having kids? Turning 30? We are still figuring it out and writing about our journey along the way!