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especially when it’s the pain of recovery.
Sweet daddio’s tooth removal experience was, well, interesting. The Oral Surgeon said “Wow! Can I save this tooth for my collection?”
*pause*
“OK, “said SD. Apparently the roots of the upper tooth he had pulled were , get this, actually growing into his middle ear and sinus cavity. SD has had ringing in that ear, and constant pain in that one sinus for about 20 years. The OS believs perhaps whatever enzyme or pituitary secretion that tells your tooth roots to stop growing, didn’t tell SD’s. The roots on the 2 teeth pulled were over an inch long. Normal roots stop at about 1/2 inch. Growing into his ear and sinus.
SD said the relief in his ear was immediate, he felt the root sliding out (eeeeeee! cringe! EEEWW!) and BAM the ringing was gone and so was the pain. Boom just like that. He’s got a little swelling, and some cuts on his gum where the OS had to do some finagling to get his lower tooth out, but the pain, O! the pain is gone! His good cheer is back and his boss will be so happy to have him back in the game!
I am busy keeping him fed on pre-chewed food like hash from a can and tomato soup. Breakfast this morning was a peach smoothy with children watching in earnest appeal with large Bambi eyes asking for a smoothy too. SD doesn’t actually HAVE to eat pre-chewed food, but fixing it makes me feel like I am doing something to help, and makes him feel like he’s being cared for. I mean, we all like to be treated special when circumstances call for it.
OK! All this and it’s cool enough to open the windows! I do believe, if it’s still so cool this weekend and it just might be, I will pack SD a cooler full of cold beverages and force him onto the golf course. No arguing, honey, I insist you get out of my hair for the Saturday.
How about the stuff in New Orleans! Go Guard! I was watching news footage of them stopping up the levees and pumping out the water. Did you know those water pumps (of the Archemidian Screw type) have been in place since 1890? The only thing modern about them is the motors powering them. Cool and amazing. It’s going to be a long and messy cleanup. the water is foul, beyond foul, really, a soup of toxic wastes, sewage and dead bodies (both recently and long dead from the cemeteries). I am wholly grateful that the Guard, Army Corp of Engineers, and volunteer people don’t listen to the national news and all the reporting on how long it’s taking to get stuff in place.
See, here’s the deal. The reason the federal government took “so long” to respond is because they didn’t have the authority to do so until the State asked for help. And the state piddled. So blame Louisiana govt. Once they asked for help the feds jumped in and immediately went to work, but they just had to be asked first.
Now, another question. There are some 15,000 folk at the astrodome, and they’re having to bring in volunteers to distribute food and such. What about those 15,000 very bored and unhappy people? Can’t they do some of the passing-out-of-MRE’s? No? Why not? I was imagining what I would do if I were in their situation. I would park myself in the kitchen and be a pain-in-the-butt until they gave me something to do. I would make my children organize games for the other children. I would find SOMETHING useful to do because I’d go ape-shit if I didn’t. Surely out of those 15,000 folk there are some hyperactive people that need to work. Maybe there are, and we just aren’t hearing about it. I hope so.
Right now my biggest prayers are for the New Orleans police. I understand that a large number of them have abdicated, and some have even killed themselves. Genuine tragedy. See, the NO Police were required to live in the city limits of NO. This means they lost everything, too. Then to have the people they are trying to help SHOOT at them, all while under the tremendous stress of being separated from their families and losing all they own… Ugh. Prayers for them everytime I think about it.
I see these appeals to “open your home to a refugee family”. I don’t think so. I even have room. We could do it, if we wanted to. I’ll do anything but that. I know, “Oh rootie, your’e so mean and cold, those poor innocent families lost everything and you won’t even share your spare room”
Damn straight. And, contrary to what my aunt in Oregon would say, it ain’t a race thing. I just don’t want someone in my house that I don’t know from Adam’s housecat. I don’t want someone who lacked the mental resources to take care of themselves or get on the myriad of tour buses the city provided BEFORE the storm to evacuate. Call me whatever you like, I’ll buy diapers and hieney-wipes all day long for people, but they are not going to invade my personal space.
Did you know that, before the storm hit, the mayor of NO had police cars escorting buses all over town to pick people up, and people still refused leave? Morons.
These are the same people who looted and shot at folk, and are getting mad because they aren’t getting the help they think they need. You know, you can only do so much for a person before they have to take up the reins and do for themselves.
Well, I didn’t mean to get so vehement. The good news is Sweet Daddio is back in the game and “feelin’ frisky!” (ok…), the air in East Georgia is cool and dry thanks to a tropical depression off the coast, and Little Martha is going to the doctor tomorrow to get her top fixed so I can take gracious advantage of the cool sunshine and drive around like the middle-aged-housewife-with-midlife-crisis that I am.
