Terry had a consultation with a prospective new dentist the other day. Part of the consultation related to Terry's jaw and prompted her to mention that I've had two resections on my jaw--one with the bone from my left fibula and one with some bone from my left radial.
Without missing a beat, the dentist's assistant said "Wow, that must have cost him an arm and a leg!"
Got it?
Well, the dentist and Terry got it right away. Terry broke out laughing. The dentist showed some restraint to see Terry's reaction, and then laughed his own ass off.
So, Terry has a new dentist and Team Mike has two new members who will fit right in.
You really can't make this shit up.
mike
Thursday, August 25, 2016
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Just Another Day as a Cancer Survivor
Today started out as nothing different. Terry left for her regular meetings at her office, and I was going to enjoy one last day at home before classes start at GSU on Monday--a rehearsal for retirement, or so I thought.
After Terry left for work, I got ready for a few local errands, and then take a walk around the neighborhood. Before I left for my errands I opened the garage door, to see a familiar guy walking his large Boxer-type dog in our cul-de-sac. I'd seen him before and said hello a few days ago. Since he was back again I thought I should say hello and establish a relationship, so we introduced ourselves. His name is Chris, and his dog's name was Hershel. as in Hershel Walker of long-past University of Georgia fame. Chris said he is a die-hard UGA fan--Red Flag #1. While I was talking with Chris, Hershel bolted past me and confronted our cat Ziggy, who was in full-on defensive mode just inside the house. Those two postured back and forth, and eventually Chris got Hershel to come back to him, and then they moved on.
UGA plays the University of North Carolina in the Chic-fil-a Kickoff game on September 3rd. I have a ticket to the game, but only to witness in person the Dawgs' annual delusional national championship hopes getting squashed once again. No apologies, Chris--UGA football is overrated and its fans are obnoxious.
I ran my errands, came home and parked my truck, and then went out for a familiar walk around the neighborhood.
Early in the walk a guy with two small bulldogs was coming towards me from the other direction. No big deal. But as I approached he pulled hard on the dogs' leash, and tried to restrain them. I said "no problem" as we passed, but then one of the dogs jumped up and bit my shirt and hung on for a few seconds. It finally let go, but there was a hole in my shirt. I mumbled something about "shithead dog" and kept on going, not wanting to confront the owner, who said nothing about what just happened. I was stunned.
Just a few minutes later I saw a yard sign that said "Hillary for ..." and walked closer to take a picture. Now, Terry has said several times that she's seen very few yard signs for this election, so I wanted to show her that maybe this was changing. As I got closer, the full sign read "Hillary for Prison, 2016" but I still wanted a picture. As I got ready to take a picture I glanced at the porch of the house to see, you guessed it--Chris. He didn't see me, and I didn't want to have a discussion with him about that sign (or UGA football), so I kept walking.
As I headed home on the last part of the walk I discovered a yard with a number of chickens and rosters in it. This, well inside a residential neighborhood. We hear the rosters on some mornings, but now I know where they are.
The rest of the walk was uneventful, until I got back to the house. There I was met by our next door neighbor who wanted to talk with me about him building a new fence between our yards. Long story about that, so I'll spare you, but "... then it got weird."
Bottom line, if this was a preview of mornings in the 'hood after I retire in December, I might just keep working for a while longer.
mike
After Terry left for work, I got ready for a few local errands, and then take a walk around the neighborhood. Before I left for my errands I opened the garage door, to see a familiar guy walking his large Boxer-type dog in our cul-de-sac. I'd seen him before and said hello a few days ago. Since he was back again I thought I should say hello and establish a relationship, so we introduced ourselves. His name is Chris, and his dog's name was Hershel. as in Hershel Walker of long-past University of Georgia fame. Chris said he is a die-hard UGA fan--Red Flag #1. While I was talking with Chris, Hershel bolted past me and confronted our cat Ziggy, who was in full-on defensive mode just inside the house. Those two postured back and forth, and eventually Chris got Hershel to come back to him, and then they moved on.
UGA plays the University of North Carolina in the Chic-fil-a Kickoff game on September 3rd. I have a ticket to the game, but only to witness in person the Dawgs' annual delusional national championship hopes getting squashed once again. No apologies, Chris--UGA football is overrated and its fans are obnoxious.
I ran my errands, came home and parked my truck, and then went out for a familiar walk around the neighborhood.
Early in the walk a guy with two small bulldogs was coming towards me from the other direction. No big deal. But as I approached he pulled hard on the dogs' leash, and tried to restrain them. I said "no problem" as we passed, but then one of the dogs jumped up and bit my shirt and hung on for a few seconds. It finally let go, but there was a hole in my shirt. I mumbled something about "shithead dog" and kept on going, not wanting to confront the owner, who said nothing about what just happened. I was stunned.
Just a few minutes later I saw a yard sign that said "Hillary for ..." and walked closer to take a picture. Now, Terry has said several times that she's seen very few yard signs for this election, so I wanted to show her that maybe this was changing. As I got closer, the full sign read "Hillary for Prison, 2016" but I still wanted a picture. As I got ready to take a picture I glanced at the porch of the house to see, you guessed it--Chris. He didn't see me, and I didn't want to have a discussion with him about that sign (or UGA football), so I kept walking.
As I headed home on the last part of the walk I discovered a yard with a number of chickens and rosters in it. This, well inside a residential neighborhood. We hear the rosters on some mornings, but now I know where they are.
The rest of the walk was uneventful, until I got back to the house. There I was met by our next door neighbor who wanted to talk with me about him building a new fence between our yards. Long story about that, so I'll spare you, but "... then it got weird."
Bottom line, if this was a preview of mornings in the 'hood after I retire in December, I might just keep working for a while longer.
mike
Monday, August 8, 2016
Report from the Post-Surgical Ward
As I was slowly coming out of my propofol-induced coma from the surgery I'm looking at the TV in my room and think I hear:
Today, newly-elected President Donald Trump announced that the military invasion of Mexico is going well. He was quoted as saying, "Since those Mexicans wouldn't pay for my wall, the only option I had was to invade them to secure our borders from their drug dealers, criminals and rapists. I think this should do it. The 13 million or so illegal Mexicans can now stay here and do the work real Americans don't want. We don't need to send them back anymore because Mexico will soon become our 51st state (But without voting rights, of course). I also think this will act as a deterrent to our neighbors to the North--so Canada, you have been warned and I'll be sending you the bill for your wall later this year. It's either that or become our 52nd state."
Trump was also quoted as saying "Looking to my next coronation, I mean my re-election, this is also a warning to any state that voted for Crooked Hillary in 2016. I will invade you if I need to. I want to win this thing unanimously next time."
That sent my blood pressure cuff and heart monitor into full tilt, which got the attention of Dr. Roser nearby. I told him what I just heard, and he said it was just the meds wearing off--and he understood my reaction. He said the procedure went well. The best news is that the removed torus was all healthy bone--no sign of ORN, and the skin looked healthy enough for good healing. So, fingers crossed that the tissue heals on its own, and the next step will be to let Dr. Davis do his magic with the denture.
I'm back home now, drinking a smoothie, and looking forward to a nice nap. I'll be on soft foods for a while, but should be back in full swing tomorrow.
Thanks as always to Team Mike for your support, and note to self--do not watch CNN while still in a propofol fog.
Mike
Today, newly-elected President Donald Trump announced that the military invasion of Mexico is going well. He was quoted as saying, "Since those Mexicans wouldn't pay for my wall, the only option I had was to invade them to secure our borders from their drug dealers, criminals and rapists. I think this should do it. The 13 million or so illegal Mexicans can now stay here and do the work real Americans don't want. We don't need to send them back anymore because Mexico will soon become our 51st state (But without voting rights, of course). I also think this will act as a deterrent to our neighbors to the North--so Canada, you have been warned and I'll be sending you the bill for your wall later this year. It's either that or become our 52nd state."
Trump was also quoted as saying "Looking to my next coronation, I mean my re-election, this is also a warning to any state that voted for Crooked Hillary in 2016. I will invade you if I need to. I want to win this thing unanimously next time."
That sent my blood pressure cuff and heart monitor into full tilt, which got the attention of Dr. Roser nearby. I told him what I just heard, and he said it was just the meds wearing off--and he understood my reaction. He said the procedure went well. The best news is that the removed torus was all healthy bone--no sign of ORN, and the skin looked healthy enough for good healing. So, fingers crossed that the tissue heals on its own, and the next step will be to let Dr. Davis do his magic with the denture.
I'm back home now, drinking a smoothie, and looking forward to a nice nap. I'll be on soft foods for a while, but should be back in full swing tomorrow.
Thanks as always to Team Mike for your support, and note to self--do not watch CNN while still in a propofol fog.
Mike
Thursday, August 4, 2016
Gearing Up for August 8th
I have my pre-op appointment tomorrow morning, which will start the countdown for real on Monday's procedure. The goal of this procedure is to remove the rest of my right torus so the Plan B denture will fit better down the road. "Down the road" means when my mouth has healed well enough from this gig to let Dr. Davis start to do his magic. If all goes well, this will be the proverbial beginning of the end--with all of this work completed by late this year or early next year. While I have been resigned for a while that I'll never bite into an apple again, or taste all parts of a green chili cheeseburger at the same time, I am a bit disappointed that Plan B was the only choice, which will extend my current limitations and options into the rest of my life.
I should be back from Emory mid-afternoon on Monday. Depending on how much propofol and oxycontin remains in my system, either I or Terry will post here. As we have done so many times in the last 7+ years, we are asking Team Mike for some extra Good Vibes on Monday.
Mike
I should be back from Emory mid-afternoon on Monday. Depending on how much propofol and oxycontin remains in my system, either I or Terry will post here. As we have done so many times in the last 7+ years, we are asking Team Mike for some extra Good Vibes on Monday.
Mike
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