Summer of Satanic proportions.......
Sat, Jul 22, 2006, 2:10pm
NO MO BO
I absolutely crumbled at the MTC vet's office this morning, had to run out alone sobbing, severe nausea attack, while Krys completed witnessing the final moments. Still comes in waves, intense grief and symbolic shock. Last 20 years he's been my husbandbrother. The Valley Road Boy.
Was hoping, trying to be strong, aloof, insensitive to a degree. Caved in big time.
Still weak, shaken up, sore heart and burning eyes.
So sad. Sad! SAD!!!
Slow Down, World. NEXT!
Love is the ONLY answer. Quickly.
Date: Thu, Jul 27, 2006 To: HP
Subject: Dental Illness
hey, big big news, bad and good. been wanting to tell you all about this for awhile, but it's been quite a slowly developing saga and i had to gather my thoughts and info.
i'm having most of my bad teeth extracted, and will be getting dentures!
for years, my typical dental history has been of total avoidance, mainly because of basic unaffordability. and like many folks, i would/could prioritize any treatment *only* if severe pain required it. well, i've had my share of toothaches, but never suffered as much as watched my teeth deteriorate. breaking off, chipping off, falling out, you name it.
so in the past, say, 10 years, i became increasingly alarmed at the frequency with which i was losing them, but they were mainly in the back (less noticable). and so in the past 5 or less years, then they would be closer to the front (in view). began to get more and more self-conscious about it too. but, not much i could do...
this past may 19th, it finally happened: totally unexpected my front top left incisor tooth just crumbled in a mere bite of a soft english muffin. omigod. i naturally panicked. the ultimate embarrassment... Ol' Gaptooth. alfred e newman. i can never ever smile again??? krys and i immediately walked down to see a local dentist, and to start thinking how to determine the several options & estimated cost.
well, we told roger ferguson about this incident (obviously he already knew my teeth were a growing problem), and like the amazing financial help he and his 2nd wife dawn gave me years back for my second cataract surgery, they again offered to help pay for this major (expensive) dentures procedure. if you recall, her late husband left a huge amount in a charitable trust fund, for them to assist whoever they wished.
so, i had to make the final decision of which treatment choice to make, roger sent them a check paid in full, and now i am finally going through with the procedure: full dentures on upper and partial dentures on lower. which means multiple heavy duty extractions. yikes. i began on july 10. and today went back again for the second visit. extremely traumatic! extremely sore today, but i'll heal quickly in the coming days. it will take another month or more, i guess, before i finally start to get fitted and adjusted for FALSE TEETH BRIDGES! can't wait to finally EAT again. and smile large. regain a little self esteem...
but right now i only have 3 top teeth remaining, i suppose left there for anchoring purposes etc. i don't understand a lot of it. the whole thing seems so vague to me, hard to make concrete decisions on what's personally best for me. there's so many alternatives available. i simply don't wanna look bad nor do i wanna suffer further discomfort. so they're yankin them out.
welcome to my senior nightmare. drama 101.
anyway, that's the story, and i'm glad to finally tell you about it. wow. what a heavy scene.
god bless the fergusons.