Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I decided when I turned 65 to make COBRA payments for 18 months for my dental insurance and get my mouth and teeth in good shape. After a consultation with my dentist and an oral surgeon, we decided that a molar needed to be pulled and replaced with an implant. I had the molar pulled in November and thought that by late January or early February, I would be getting the implant, wait two more months and have the crown in place and be done.
First problem: after the extraction I had dry socket and delayed the time for the implant until later March early April. Second problem: This week I went in to have the implant done, which entails several numbing shots and drilling into the jawbone to place the implant post. The drilling done at the very back of my mouth on the right side was somewhat arduous, but bearable. Then as the oral surgeon was embedding the implant post, he suddenly got very unhappy and so did I. It turns out that despite his careful measuring, for some reason the post would not connect to the bone. The doc stitched up my gum, and said to come back in two months to try again. It had better work this time, I am running out of COBRA time.
The reason I have the word expectations in the title is because I went in expecting everything to go smoothly and although it didn't, I was able to handle it. It was nothing I could change and I decided rather to let go of my expectations and move on.
Sunday, April 03, 2011
I just returned from an 18 day road trip with my college roommate. She did most of the driving as it was her car we used on our over 3500 miles. We began with our first night stay planned, a commitment to be in Chaco Canyon for the Spring Equinox and to get to LA as our farthest point west. We had contacted other college friends to stay with and only stayed in motels for four nights. We had never traveled together before and the trip was a dream. We realized about 1/3 of the way into the trip that we both had no expectations about how the trip would go. We took advantage of acting on impulse, seeing the Milwaukee Brewers beat the San Diego Padres 7-0 in a spring training game in Phoenix, driving slowly through snow in Flagstaff, waiting in Grand Junction, CO for the passes to Denver to clear and visiting new and old friends. We saw the sun rise on the equinox through precisely aligned doorways in Chaco Canyon, had wonderful dinners with friends and having deep conversations. I got to sit in meditation for 30 minutes two mornings as the moon set with a new friend, take a ride down the Vegas strip with an old friend, was given an expert tour tof the Tattered Cover Bookstore in Denver, got to hear a best selling Swedish crime writer, ate Morrocan food in Boulder and got home in time for a party!
Saturday, March 12, 2011
I wrote recently about the death of my DH's Uncle George at age 90. His dear wife preceded him in death by two years although we had lost her 5 years before to Alzheimer's. Today the family held a memorial service in honor of both of them at the retirement home where they spent their last years; however, they had been volunteers at the home for over 20 years. Although the service had hymns and Bible readings and prayers, it was the memories shared by nephews and nieces (Uncle George and Aunt Nancy has no children of their own.) that moved us to laughter to shared nodding of heads and indulgent smiles as someone described a situation shared by all present. He always called her Dear Nancy and when she could not longer feed herself, he fed her every meal. As his own end was nearing and he was speaking the the hospice chaplain, he said he was not afraid of death, he just wanted to be with Nancy again.
I must admit that there are some today who call themselves Christian that seem to have forgotten the answer Jesus gave when asked for the greatest commandment. "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, your mind, my strength and your neighbor as yourself." George and Nancy were not theologians, but that they understood and that is how they lived their lives. In fact the dinner after the memorial service was hosted by a family who had been neighbors. Katherine told of moving in next door with five children and Nancy and George appearing before the moving vans left. Katherine realized she had moved from a state where you left your refrigerator to one where you took it when you moved. It was middle of the summer and she had no frig. Uncle George took to the nearby family run appliance store, told the owners this was his new neighbor and she needed a frig now. One was installed in her kitchen within the hour.
This afternoon I sat in a room with family, friends and neighbors and fully and completely experienced the power of love. May everyone be blessed with love like this.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Setting small doable goals does make a difference, even when they don't have to do with food and exercise. We are out of town this weekend and then I am leaving on a 3 week road trip with a college roommate. I had a series of "small" task to complete.. batteries for the camera, snacks for the trip, programming the GPS, etc. Last night I made a verbal list with my DH about what I wanted to accomplish today... oh, by the way, the laundry as well. Somehow saying them out loud settled them into my plans for the day and I began immediately after, well before breakfast with the first load of laundry. All are done, I will enjoy weekend with family and be ready after a new packing job to roll out Tuesday AM for the West Coast.
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