Recently, I was the recipient of oral surgery, having had a bone graft done.
This is basically the result of a birth defect, along with my family not having medical (or, of course dental) insurance. The short version of the story is that I was born with too many teeth and this was ignored until several of them had to be pulled out.
I was encouraged by my fellow columnists to write about the experience, but it’s hard for me to complain about something for too long, and I told them it would bore the audience anyway.
However, being boring isn’t the worst thing I can think of, so a brief narrative wouldn’t hurt, I didn’t think.
For me, the healing process has been hard because I am not the kind of person to easily sit around, waiting to heal up. It sidelined me longer than I thought it would.
I’ve always said there is nothing worse than being forced to sit and do absolutely nothing.
In particular, it is hard for me to host a garage sale because you have to sit in a cold garage all day long and wait for something to happen. It’s miserable stuff.
Anyway, as I was trying to heal, I noticed that there are plenty of different kinds of comfort food around, all of which will eventually prompt me to try working it off on the confounded elliptical machine. The joke of the day on my Facebook account is “Well, the ambulance crews haven’t carried me away yet,” after a workout on one of those things.
For comfort, the number one choice is chocolate, but it has to be soft when you have oral surgery. Cheesecake is also a good comfort food.
I am still swollen, even now, but at least the hard part is behind me. I should have dental implants by the fall/winter.
Don’t give them more reasons to stop people
I was disappointed to hear that cops can pull you over for not wearing a seat beat as a primary offense now (the governor is expected to sign this into law soon).
I wear my seat belt all the time, and our kids wear theirs. I check the car seat again and again, worried about how it will hold up during a rollover, if it should ever happen.
But police don’t need more reasons to pull you over. They do that enough as it is.
I, myself, was pulled over in Dassel a few months ago for driving erratically over the Third Street railroad crossing at about 9 p.m.
I was trying to avoid the wooden planks that were more likely to puncture holes in my tires because that crossing is well known for its poor condition. The cop told me I also didn’t signal to turn down the street that I live on. He was looking for drunks, I think.
It was embarrassing to be pulled over in front of your house, lights ablaze on the squad, with the neighborhood kids watching you talk to the nice officer. It’s unnecessary.
He didn’t ticket me, but why would he? Does he need another reason to pull me over? I don’t think so. It doesn’t make me feel more safe, or cause better driving for other people to have police making more frequent stops. It’s an unwelcome invasion of time and privacy.
Quote of the week
“I shall be most happy indeed if I shall be a humble instrument in the hands of the Almighty, and of this, His almost chosen people.” Abraham Lincoln, 1861