Myrtle was removed today. Hopefully, to never be heard from again. Dr. Taylor felt pretty certain that this was the case. I think that mother is genuinely happy that she acquiesced to our insistance that she seek medical advice in this matter. It was Patrick who finally convinced her to seek medical attention. It was Leah who researched the best doctor in Wichita Falls to visit and make the appointment for same. It was I who drove to Wichita Falls and took her to her appointment. It will be all of us, who in after three weeks, will see mother's beautiful face sans Myrtle and any evidence that she was actually there. BTW, it was Meredith who came up with the name, Myrtle.
I have been remiss in my postings here. There are many reasons and just one reason----I have been very busy.
For several months I worked the night shift. Those hours seemed to consume my entire life. If I was not at work, I was at home trying to get the appropiate sleep in so that I could function properly at work and at home. I did not quite master the technique to accomplish this, but it is moot since for the time being I am back on days.
Jerry had surgery two weeks ago. For all you medically minded people it was a growth on the paratid gland. It was benign. He had to spend the night in the hospital. He left the hospital with a drainage tube and bag hanging off his face. It was kind of gross. Three days after the surgery, I took him to the doctor and she removed the tube and bag. He is still experiencing some paralysis and pain. He has pain medication for the pain. He uses a straw to drink all his liquids or else they would fall out the right side of his mouth. A better word for fall would be dribble. The doctor is pleased with his recovery so far. Jerry is ready to get back to normal.
Last Sunday, while I was at Danny's house getting my new computer built, I began experiencing pain in my back right teeth. I could not tell whether or not is was the upper or lower. The pain was so intense that I was able to talk Jerry out a couple of his pain killers. On Monday morning, I called and got an appointment with my dentist. It was scheduled for Thursday at 9am. In the meantime, I unearthed the pain killers from my surgery in 2001 and began taking them. They worked okay. On Thursday, the dentist discovered that the tooth that he had crowned just the year before had decayed down to the bone. That was causing my intense pain. We decided that the best route for me would be to extract the tooth. Before this can be done I have to complete a series of antibiotics. The doctor and I also talked about the vacation I have planned and said it would be fine to wait until the week after I return from Florida. The antibiotics seem to have done their job. I am not experiencing any pain any longer.
On March 03, 2004 I wrote an entry entitled A Sad Tale I was talking to Debbie today and she reminded me that the contractor in question has since died of a heart attack. Evidently, he went to Oklahoma and gambled away the money paid to him by Debbie and others. So, instead of the law catching up with him...life caught up with him. Additionally, I asked Debbie what she intended to use the barn for and she informed me it would be more of a work shop. Cynthia asked about this in her comment to the original entry. Debbie has chalked up the loss to a bad experience and has hired a new contractor to complete the job.