Drowned, Surrounded, Derailed, Disintegrated

Dear Everyone,
I am having a tough time. Although it has been worse. Much worse. I am not going to whine to you, which is all I had for awhile. I think maybe I am starting to see better, and I have all this heavy lifting to do.

Zombie News
We almost had Colin Powell for a manager. He stayed six hours the first day and never came back.
I was buried in treasurer stuff. Even with all that (free) work, no one was happy.

Personal Relationships
Dear John, the Baker, accosted me in an elevator and then tried to ply me with chocolate. That was bad. It's a great story though, and I'll write it later.

Yes, I Floss and Always Have
In the space of a week, two of my teeth crumbled like granola in my mouth. I had dental surgery and lost five teeth. I was already down two, so now I am down seven. Ick!  I now have had surgery, four bone grafts, multiple stitches and shunts and stuff. I have not been able to eat or go outside. I do have a temporary denture so that I don't scare small children. Before the year is out no one will ever know that this ever happened to me. However, in the meantime, I feel stuck in Road Construction. I mean Mouth construction.

No Drugs, Thanks
I decided that codeine was great stuff--too great--and pulled myself off of that--one minor addiction problem, probably a real codeine freak would laugh at me for how little of the stuff I took that week. But it did seem temptingly recreational. Advil is the answer--

Then I lost half of another tooth (repaired). One has been replaced and another will be replaced in two weeks. Last week they lasered my mouth. It smelled like a hot iron--Apocalypse Now! The horror!!

I'll be back, but not on the daily. I am behind on everything. I keep trying. Please do not give up on me. I know you probably should, but I keep hoping you won't.

On the plus side, I have new shoes and one new crown. Things are improving . . . . I miss you.  I will be back.