Dreaded Dentist

Well  I finally decided I better update the dental issue.. MY pocketbook is going to be in serious recovery mode.. It appears my tooth is cracked completely down the center.. UGH.. And as if that weren't enough the back moves independently from the front.. So it's loose..
The dentist gave me these options:
1. If he can remove the back without hitting the nerve or root, he can then do a root canal and cap the tooth.
2. If the tooth brings the root with it, I can have the teeth on either side prepped for a bridge.. Ruin 2 more teeth?
3. As in no. 2 I can opt for an implant.
Me, an implant?? never thought it would be a tooth???

Well the worst case scenario came topass. The dentist got the back piece off, and holding on for dear life was the root. The tooth had to be completely removed. If only the 2nd piece would have come out as easily as the first.
It took another hour to get the other half of my tooth out! it also took 8-10 stitches to close the gap.
Have you ever tried to tell a dentist that the stitching thread was tickling your nose it was so long-AND try not to move? I mean this man has a needle going for my gum..

I believe we are settling on the implant as he hates to ruin 2 other perfectly healthy teeth.
It will take about 8-10 months to complete, all of which I will be missing a much needed tooth.

At least maybe this way I can save a little of the $2900 I'll need for this little work of art..

I was hacked!

It appears someone is having fun attemtping to hack into many of my accounts.
So far I've had to change innumerable passwords. Being on Prednisone and so many things going on at once I have trouble remembering them in the first place.

I received a mesage from Facebook that someone from Canada was trying to log into my account with a smart phone- Not so smart.
Now issues with Google and my blogs... Not to mention a few other places.

I guess some just have nothing better to do or nothing interesting in their lives..
well, hopefully all will calm down now.

I have been lax in posting also due to attempting to promote my business and other blog. But mainly due to severe-(and I mean severe) allergies as well as cracking a tooth which now need major repair...
Lovely---I hate going to the dentist... Transplant-no problem, Dentist-dread like the plague.

Birthdays..How many do you have?

      Many of you may think this a strange question. As for me, not at all. As I sit here with an excruciatingly painful toothache I've pondered this question.
      On January 1st of this year a friend came by to celebrate her 50th birthday with us. I grilled chicken outside with shrimp scampi as an appetizer. And yes, we were able to grill outside on our one warm day before the unbelieveable cold hit Florida. As a joke I made a banner that read "Happy 21st Anniversary of your 29th Birthday". As we age we seem to try and forget the most important day of our lives. In fact it is really the only day that matters, for without it we would cease to exist.
     As for me, I celebrate 5 birthdays. Yes my biological birthday is very important, but so are my transplant birthdays of which there are 3, plus my donor Susie (the only one I know). Many prefer to call their transplant birthday their anniversary, which has little logic for me. After all wasn't I given the Gift of Life?
If not for those transplants I would not be alive writing this today. Those who've had an organ transplant, know the emotions that go hand in hand with being a recipient. This Gift of Life can turn the hardest person into emotional mush. I can say this with clarity, because I was afraid of nothing before my first transplant. If my car broke down on a dark road, I'd walk home (this was before cell phones). Now, no way would I do this  and so foolishly run the risk of my donor families hearing I took this chance with what I was given.
    I remember a newspaper article that ws done on me in 1991 post transplant. In this article I stated I intended to enjoy each and every wrinkle and grey hair I get. So far so good. I' getting them. I'm tolerating them. I'm not doing anything about them. I will age gracefully with all my scars, wrinkles and grey hair completely intact.
    Now that this is written I can decide which will be more excruciating. The toothache or the cost of the antibiotics to make it go away.. Either way I will feel the pain, believe me.

By the way... My friend dropped me a thank you card for her celebratory dinner. She thanked me for making her "29th Anniversary of her 21st Birthday" so much fun.. Guess she wanted to be younger still