Thursday, March 1, 2012

Post"AL" Traumatic Dental Casualty Day

     "I realize how postal I become when thee dental appointment day arrives.  Yesterday was a Do-see! I faced my first periodontist. A feat which I had (not gallantly) avoided, cancelled, postponed for the past 20 years. The dentist in Gulfport, Mississippi had boldly recommended this option.  We left Mississippi in 1992. First, I went scuba diving with him as he was already in the class.  Didn't help the periodontal disease or my fear of dentists.  Cured my fear of sharks!

     I  experience extreme panic and anxiety by lashing out at whoever is in the vicinity when I have a scheduled dental appointment. Yesterday, I was doing my best to alienate my ride to Wausau by acting out. I am working on repairing the "resulting" outpour of showered verbal abuse but frankly I firmly believe the resolution to 'The Dental Chicken Dance' is  prescription narcotics.  I know how bad this sounds to the Wisconsin Department of Licensing  and to my S.O., a card carrying member of the The American Medical Association. . . but by 1:00 p.m. Ron was eyeball pleading me to take an Ativan.  Driving to Wausau I was apologetic and remorseful.  I WAS mellowed.

     I am to return to periodontal Wausau but I am not thinking about when, 'til then!  I plan to treat the "driver" better starting immediately!  (That part about "for better or worse." was realized yesterday as I did the darndest to become the  worstest!)

     My dad , Big George; would be 85 years old tomorrow had he not died in 1975.  I still think about him a lot and hope he will see I am trying to repair my bad behavoir of yesterday.  Dad was my rock on dental days way back when...1961-1971.  We would visit Dr. Aysta upstairs and after Biss's Locksmith and Gun Shoppe downstairs.  Who knew gun shopping could bring such relief?

 

     Our son, Greg, is 34 years old since Tuesday.  My episiotomy still hurts.
(First attempt to laugh at myself.)  Greg did write a poignant email yesterday and telephoned.  This is the same one who earlier wrote "The Day in the Life of K.. . "  (The kid can write!)

     I am reminded there is no amount of money which can cancel the value of goodtimes, good stories, good friendships, good humor, contributions of my offspring and the increasing value of loving relationships.
The quote for 2011-12 year has been from a twelve year old to his Grandma G. when he said, ". . .  you give me memories." (Above is a memory/gift from Mary Ellen which speaks volumns.)

     Our offspring continue to "slapstick" slay us with their antics and humor.  Gretchen and Josh have renamed my first grand baby from Jaxx to Riley.  Greg wrote he hopes the name "Riley" is not replaced with the name  "Mud".  Everyone but Gretchen likes the name "Riley Anne Rud"...the jury is out on "Mud Rud."  My sister Patty had a Great Dane named Meaghan (1979) when our Meaghan was born. . .so, this seems in keeping with tradition!

     Gretchen sent me a new Keurig which I may not have paid for (?) and I found Starbucks Blonde Kcups in Wausau yesterday to plug into it.  Meaghan and Gretchen found and sent (but signed from all) a four name necklace for a celebration of my babes.  Michael gave me a gold and rhinestone watch and has one to give dad when we see each other next. (Rhinestone Ron?)  Greg gave us a copy of  "a FILM that can SAVE your LIFE,"  FORKS OVER KNIVES which we haven't watched yet but he did recommend and we enjoyed "Midnight in Paris."  I have gifted out "Finian's Rainbow" x 3 this week to near dear ones...but probably will never get it shown on the big screen here!  (Modern Family)

Soon we will see a lot of hockey in St.Paul, after going to the "Green Tiger" in the Windy City...
To round out travels, Napa is being discussed complete with the CIA. (Thanxs Gwen for the heads-up!) 
As RJ has stated, "Don't know how long I'll have you around."  
Keeps a girl on her toes..Especially with how "postal" I was yesterday!
But I will improve in an attempt to please my parents and at least get to revisit them one day!
                                                                    Love The Views!
                                                                   20 weeks

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