It's not terminal but it isn't fun...

Welcome to my blog!

Out of sheer necessity to communicate, I find myself turning to the Internet to express thoughts and feelings during this very weird time in my life. I can only write so many emails of great length to friends before I bore them to tears with my tales "behind bars". But I'm aware that I'm not the only person who has gone through this, is currently going through this, or will go through it in the future.

In the long run I hope my ranting ends up helping someone, but right now my motives are purely selfish.

I just need to speak, yet I can't. So, dear followers, read on!

Friday, September 10, 2010

waxing profusely ...

Have you ever looked at a candle and thought to yourself...."I think I'd like to melt that candle down, let the wax cool a bit and then press it all over my teeth and gums"?
I can't honestly say it has been in my bucket list of things I'd like to accomplish before I bite the big one.  However, that has been my life as of late.  The arch bar wires continue to drive themselves into the inside of my mouth much like barbed wire would and hence the dental wax which in theory is supposed to provide a little hat for all the sharp ends. The problem is, the darned stuff doesn't stay on very long.

Now that I can eat mushy food I've been testing the limits and I may have gone to far. My jaw is killing me tonight!  I'm thinking I should write the makers of Advil and ask for some kind of corporate sponsorship.  It does seem to help.

If you are reading this and are going through, or will go through jaw wiring let me say, once you get to the elastic bands stage they become your best friend.  Setting your jaw free while eat sounds lovely in practice but you may well find, as I do, that returning to the safety of the rubber bands after wards provides a great sense of comfort and stability.

Tomorrow is a reunion of an important group of professionals of which I was involved early in my career. I was the original organizer of the reunion and folks are flying in from all over. It breaks my heart that I won't be there. It's in a city a plane trip away from here and I can't justify going knowing that I won't be able to participate and that after 25 years the last thing I want to do is show up with a mouth full of metal and smashed teeth.  I'm going to put it out of my mind (though clearly I am failing).

I wrote Oprah, Dr. Oz, Ellen, The Doctors and a couple of others with my story. I always love watching those episodes where they surprise someone in need and I thought "well, what the heck". I don't imagine I'll ever hear from them, but I can always dream.

Tonight I roasted a squash. It's winter squash season and I ADORE it (possibly more than popcorn). It's warm, mushy and I scoop and eat it right out of its skin after slow roasting it for 90 minutes in the oven so it gets lovely and sweet on its own. I don't go for all that brown sugar and butter stuff. I figure, if God wanted it to have candy on it, it would grow with a little bag of candy to sprinkle on.  Its naturally sweet if you cook it right. My favorite is the Japanese Kapocha squash, otherwise known as the "cup less buttercup". It is orange inside like a sweet potato and just stunning to eat with a bit of fresh grated sea salt.  I'm starting to get my strength back now that I'm eating more than just blender food. That feels good.

Fall is on its way. Fall is my most favorite time of year.  It makes me feel so cozy and snugly. The nights are getting cool...sometimes down right chilly.  I dislike winter (though it's pretty to look at) but this time of year is just so romantic.

Oh romance...who will have me in this mess?  And so I will wax profusely about my lack of the stuff.  Lucky in wax, unlucky in romance. Nice dude!