More stories.....

On Tuesday, I awakened way early in the morning with the same sore mouth and gums that I went to bed with...  So several Tylenol later, I went back to sleep...  It was already daylight by then and Biscuit was awake....  She tried her very best to let me sleep, but eventually she just had to go outside..

So up on the bed, and lick my face was her best alarm...  I kind of sat in a stupor for a while.. Eventually getting going on the daily projects around here...  Clothes in the dryer that were neglected yesterday and the dishes in the sink....  Loyce spoiled me by doing all that stuff..

Rather than sit around and keep thinking about my sore gums, I went out for a walk with the dog...  She always likes to do that, and afterward I took the motorcycle out for the rest of the afternoon...  I went over to Trader Joes.....

Biscuit likes the dog biscuits that they sell...  All of them, but today it was Sweet Potato and Chicken roll ups...  Like pigs in a blanket...  And that was where I did a bad thing....

At the cash register, I dropped the bike keys on the floor next to the credit card machine...  Of course it was only a couple of minutes later in the parking lot when I found that they were missing...  After searching all of my pockets and the bike's compartments... They had to be back in the store somewhere...

I looked on the floor around the dog supplies and in front of the two buck chuck wine, but nothing...  I asked the fellow at the elevated desk to see if they had been turned in, but he was annoyed at me bothering him...  Finally, getting down and looking below the checkout counter where a customer was working the credit card machine, I could see the yellow and green plastic braided lanyard that grandchild Ema had given me to put on the ring...

They had been kicked back under the counter...  Makes me wonder what I would have done if they couldn't have been found....  Its hard to hide a key on a motorcycle......

Retired Rod

The rest of the story...

I wasn't really looking for sympathy when I was explaining the trip to the Dentist, but rather just kind of dreading the experience....  And just like Murphy's law, it all kind of went South...

They fit the crown before putting the cement on it and it seemed to fit over the stub they left remaining of the old tooth....  The gal had to pull kind of hard to get the temporary off, and I jumped quite a bit...

But then when they cemented the new crown in, it didn't go on straight...  It was like I had a marble in my mouth....  So he fairly quick like had to yank that back out....  Again, I jumped rather high...  But by now, they had given me two different shots of the Novacane..  So the pain wasn't as sharp...

He then left the dental assistant to sit and grind down the crown inside where the glue had hardened to near concrete....  While he went off to another room to work on a different patient...

When he came back, he ground down my stub tooth some more carefully fitting the crown in and out several times...  Then he filled it with more cement... a lot more......  Which oozed out all over the place inside my mouth...

Once the tooth had set in place, they had to grind and pick the extra cement out and off of all my adjoining teeth..  This took more than another half an hour...  They had scheduled thirty minutes for this whole thing, and it took an hour and a half...

Tonight, my mouth feels as though a war has taken place inside....  The numbness is now gone, and I'm sure it will take a number of pain meds to get thru the night....

The dentist was upset that it took so long and messed everything up calling it a bad procedure, as if I had done something wrong....  If this was my first time at these folks, it might well have been the last... But I've been going there for 5 years, so everyone has a bad day once in a while... Biscuit has licked me all over since I came home....  She knows things aren't right.....  Tomorrow will be better.. It has to be...

Retired Rod

Back again....

Pausing a few moments to gather my wits and inner strength....  Why? Because in about 15 minutes I have to jump in the truck and head off to that dreaded office up on University Drive..........

The DENTIST!!!  Capital letters means screaming doesn't it....?

Today they have to install that crown that they took the mold of from my now long defunct original molar...  I have one of those plastic caps over the little part they leave behind....  Sore is an understatement....

Anyway I will again have a fat lip and a bad attitude when I get home, and Biscuit is sitting right on top of the keyboard as I type wondering what's so wrong with dad.....

Retired Rod

Last weeks bike ride

On the day that I rode the bike out to Saguaro Lake, I called my friend Al back in Kansas where it was only about 20 degrees, to see if he had driven his car to the Romeo Luncheon, but he hadn't..  Seems that he and another fellow had gone to lunch by themselves...  No wonder I felt my ears itching...

But as I sat there, a fellow on a dark Goldwing and his side kick on a white Burgman rode into the Lake parking lot where I was sitting....  They looked amazingly just like Al and I as we rode around...

Tonight Al sent an email asking about who they were so here is my response.....

The fellow with the Burgman had only had it a couple of weeks...  It was older like an 04 or something... They all look alike, but it had fairly bad rash once you got up closer to it...  He had a Piaggio that was smaller in CCs and had sold it for the Burgman...  This fellow seemed to be on a budget that was limiting his cycle expenditures...  But just the same, he said there was no comparison between the Italian bike and this bigger one...  By the way he said his nickname was Scooter....... LOL

The other fellow had an 07 deep blue metalic Goldwing...  He was 73 years young and was having trouble keeping the thing upright when he maneuvered it with his feet down...  It was just too heavy..  So he spent a bunch of money on it making into a trike...   $15K  to convert it... Probably more than the bike was worth to begin with....  But he loved his bike so money didn't seem to matter... 

I had to hear the complete story, which seemed to bore ole Scooter...   Bet he's heard it a thousand times.. I kept thinking about my friend Al and his people skills...  LOL  

They had ridden from over in the West side of Phoenix and much of it was thru the city streets, so eventually they had to get rolling again and we parted company... 

I came back into the city and got a burger at Wendy's...  They have a free frosty for those of us with a special tag on our key chain....  I can't have them very often with the diabetes..  But they are baby sized...   But I needed my friend Al with me because senior coffee out here is free too...  But alas, I sat there all alone....

Thought you might be interested as well... Note, Al always gets a senior coffee and McDonalds, but they charge 60 cents...  He would really like the free thing at Wendy's...

Retired Rod