My bathroom, it is a showplace.

Hey guys, long story ahead. Here’s what I didn’t feel like posting about last week.

I went to have a molar pulled last wednesday because it rubs against my tongue and has caused a lesion called leukoplakia on my tongue. These are rarely cancerous but could eventually turn cancerous. I had a biopsy a few years ago which showed it was benign and the ENT I saw then wanted me to get the tooth pulled or filed down before we removed the lesion. I did not have dental insurance at the time and had no spare money. I had also hoped that I could afford adult braces at some point and just fix the alignment of the tooth instead of losing teeth. But my finances just got worse and more important stuff kept coming up and I just kept putting it off.

It didn’t really bother me except when I bit my tongue. Over the years I bit my tongue more and more and the lesion got a little bigger. In the past year it had more effect on how I ate and even how I talked sometimes. More recently it has become painful almost all the time. Knowing I was risking cancer by continuing to put it off I decided to just go and have the tooth pulled and then get the lesion removed (by a new ENT, the previous one was not very nice). I figured I would not worry about whether I had enough money for the dental bills and just juggle other bills later if I had to. Well, I went to a dentist who agreed that the lesion needed to be reinvestigated and sent me to an oral surgeon for the molar extraction and another tongue biopsy. I didn’t really want the biopsy because I intended to see about getting the entire lesion removed after I healed from the extraction.

I went to the oral surgeon last wed. all prepared for being in pain for a few days. The oral surgeon walks in, looks in my mouth and says that looks like cancer (veruccous(sp) carcinoma) and you need to get it removed. I told them that I intended to but I needed to get the tooth that caused the problem removed first. At first he was going to do the extraction and then take a biopsy of the tongue but apparently they only take the dental insurance offered by my insurance company and not the medical coverage so I would have to pay for the biopsy out of pocket (over $1000). I said no thanks just take out the tooth.

Then they started arguing with me that it wasn’t caused by the tooth and once I have the lesion and that part of the tongue removed I wouldn’t have a problem with that tooth. I told them that I knew the tooth was the problem, the previous ENT agreed. I have watched that tooth shift and turn in over the years, I can feel my tongue catch on it. I knew it was a problem. The nurse had told me that teeth don’t move backwards as you get older they move forward, I said well mine did. She said that if I really insisted she could ask the doctor if he would still pull the tooth, at this point I was pretty pissed at them. This was the same group of oral surgeons (though not the same surgeon) who pulled my wisdom teeth and an abscessed molar and in the process cracked the root of the nearby molar and caused the other molar on the other side to start shifting. Immediately after my wisdom teeth were removed I could feel that tooth hitting before the others when I bit down. It was giving me headaches. They filed it down a little at that time.

So anyway, I left worrying about cancer. I tried to look up some info online (don’t do that by the way, it just scares you more) and could find nothing about veruccous carcinoma but I thought verucca referred to warts (and nasty spoiled girls in Willy Wonka) and my tongue was not warty, it’s just a white plaque. I called a new ENT and set up an appointement for the next week. I tried not to worry about it too much but it’s hard not to think about it when a doctor says something looks like cancer.

Wednesday I saw the ENT. He was a very big guy and much nicer than the ENT I saw years ago. (She had threatened to hit me if I bit her while she had her hands in my mouth - which I hadn’t even done yet.) So the new doctor didn’t try to smush my tongue down with a tongue depressor (which hurts my tongue) and he explained everything well. The first thing he said when he looked in my mouth was “Man! You bite your tongue a lot!”, which I do and I hadn’t mentioned that fact before he looked in my mouth. He then explained that it looks nothing like a verrucous carcinoma which was warty and went on to mention Verucca Salt from Willy Wonka (so I was even more impressed with him).

He said that the lesion did need to be removed and the rest of my throat and oral cavity examined for possible cancer (which could be done at the same time under the general anesthesia). They would cut out a small part of the tongue with the lesion (in case it is cancer they would need to have clear borders all around it) but it wouldn’t effect speech later on. He also said that since I wasn’t a smoker and never had been I was in the very low risk for cancer. My only risk factor being that I am over 40. He also said that white lesions, such as leukoplakias which I have, are much lower risk to become cancerous than the red lesions, (erythroplakia) which I don’t have, something like less than 5%, mostly because they could hide other lesions.

He also went on to saw that my molars on that side, the upper and lower, were very sharp and definitely were part of the problem. He said eventually they needed to be removed or filed down and polished smooth and if my oral surgeons wouldn’t do that he could send me to someone else. Ha! In your face other oral surgeon! It didn’t need to be done before the tongue surgery but it should at least be done soon after I’ve healed.

My surgery isn’t until September 14th. It’s a day surgery in a hospital under general anesthesia and I shouldn’t need to stay overnight unless I have abnormal swelling. I feel be pretty painful and not want to talk for a few days afterwards and be on soft foods for a while. Although I am not absolutely certain it’s not cancer yet, I feel better about it than I did last week thanks to the oral surgeon. So now I can just fret about the surgery for a few weeks.

So that’s what I’ve been up to for the past week or so. I didn’t post sooner because I finally got the new Harry Potter book and I read it in one and a half nights.

Wile, I’m so glad things have turned out well, at least in the end. Your oral surgeon sounds like a schmuck.

I am horrible, just horrible, about tending to my medical or dental needs. I make sure the kids are taken care of, always, but for whatever reason, I procrastinate on making appointments for me. Before I know it, another year has slipped by. There’s always the damn money issue too. While my health coverage is fairly good, my dental insurance sucks, big time.

I’m thinking that this fall I’ll have to go in and get my foot looked at for possible surgery. I have a very large bony growth sticking out of the side of my left foot (you know that kind of knotty area below the big toe) and wearing closed shoes has become extremely uncomfortable, and in some cases, very painful for me. I’m thinking they’ll probably just shave it down and I’m not looking forward to hobbling around on crutches. One of my co-workers had the same surgery and she was miserable. Possibly, that is why I keep procrastinating.

At any rate, I’m so glad to hear that it’s probably NOT cancer. That word is scary.

Good for your new dentist, Wile E. Your other one threatened to hit you? That’s crazy!

Guys, how sad is this? I go to Subway for a salad. A veggie salad, no meat or cheese or dressing, because I have better cheese here than Subway has, and better dressing than Subway has, and I also have a pouch of tuna to add to it.

I get home, make the necessary additions.

Get halfway through it,

and can’t finish it. I’m staring at a half-eaten salad, and I haven’t eaten anything since dinner last night.

ENT, Ear/Nose/Throat doctor, not dentist. Yeah, she actually threatened to hit me if I bit her. She’d expect me to keep my mouth open for a long time while she poked around in there and I can’t keep my mouth open that long and I need to swallow so I’d start to close my mouth a little to swallow and she said if I bit her she’s hit me.

That’s ridiculous Wile! Did you report her sorry ass, I sure as shit would have. That is totally unprofessional and NOT AT ALL ACCEPTABLE! Grrrrr…

I have not done a damn thing today except sit at this computer. I really need to do something, but I’m thinking a nap sounds so very nice now.

I wonder how many complaints she’s had filed against her. You know if she really did hit a patient, she’d be sued so fast her head would spin. I’m glad you found a better ENT. Bad ENTs are so stressful. I was misdiagnosed by an ENT at UNC (the head of the department, even–I had to go to a different practice to get the right diagnosis). I’d bite her just to be mean, but that’s the way I am. Best of luck with the surgery–just look at it as a good excuse to eat ice cream and pudding.

Taters, I’m sorry to hear about your aunt. You should get the foot surgery done–you’ll feel a lot better when it’s over! Just make sure they give you lots of drugs.

I like my new haircut. She didn’t cut much off, but it looks shorter (shoulder-length, but it’s curly so it’s really longer than that). It’s cute, though.

It’s my brother’s birthday today, so I need to call him. I shoulda sent him a cake, but I didn’t think it would last too long when it’s this hot. Maybe I’ll bake him some cookies.

No, I did not report her or bite her. I get too intimidated by doctors/dentists and I just don’t go back to them if I don’t like them. I did once call another doctor in a different specialty but in the same medical complex and when they asked if I had been there before I mentioned the ENT I had seen there and the receptionist said “oh, you poor thing” then she got all flustered because she realized she shouldn’t have said that but it made me laugh. :smiley:

Wile E - I once had a doctor use the “C” word to me and he scared me to death. Plus he was an ass about it. Fortunately, when I went in for further tests, I saw another doctor who pretty much said the first guy was stupid and while I had a problem, it wasn’t near as dire as Dr. Stupid had said. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a lot of choice as to who I’d see, since I was in the Navy at the time. Fortunately, the second doctor did my surgery and all was fine. So there was that. And none of this had to do with teeth or tongues but I’m telling you this to be empathetic, so just hush! :stuck_out_tongue:

Anyway, I’m sure you’ll have a happy ending.

I was computerless most of yesterday - when I got up, we had no cable at all. I called the company and found out it was just our street (because the woman answering the phone said “Do you live on Woodridge?” :eek: It was no biggie, because we were going sailing yesterday, which we sorta did. We put the sails on and headed out into the bay, but there was NO wind and it was hot hot hot and humid and thank goodness we had a lot of water and ice. We go home a bit before 4 and the cable guys were messing with the junction on the corner of our lot. Some time before 6, service was restored, and our cable picture is better than it’s been in a long time, so that’s good. And I got back on line, so that’s better.

Anyway, since I couldn’t post yesterday morning, I couldn’t tell the story of my Friday night dream. I was in Cincinnati visiting Rue and he was giving me a tour of the city by way of their famous subway system. (Shut up - it was a dream - we could have been on the subway!) At one point, we missed our train, so we were going to walk to the next station to catch it (Hush, it made sense in the dream…) only to get to the next station, we had to go into the basement of a private home. It was very dark and cluttered, and we went up the stairs into the house where it was still dark and cluttered, and at that point, I was awakened by the air compressor in Man Land (our basement) which someone had forgotten to turn off the night before. FOUR AM!! ON SATURDAY!! I did fall back to sleep for another hour or so, but the second time I woke up, that was it - I was awake.

Like now. I woke up at 5:30. It was quiet and cool and I wasn’t dreaming. I just woke up. sheesh. So I’ve let the doggie out, fed the dog and cat, and plopped down here to surf and post till the sun comes up and the lawn has to be mowed - early before it gets too hot… Plus I need to plant some ivy and go grocery shopping and do some laundry. Oh yeah, good times today. woohoo… <sigh>

We had a monsoon on Friday. At about 3:30 it got really dark (twilight dark) and the wind picked up enormously. My Mum called to tell us to stay inside because of tornado warnings. Shortly after that water sheeted down from the sky. We got two inches of rain in something like twenty minutes.

I thought it was really pretty. Anyone out in it probably didn’t.

I am waiting for the men-folk to come home from their manly death march backpacking trip. I am sure they’ll be ready for real food. They brought the freeze dried food to eat on the trip. They also brought freeze-dried ice cream sandwiches. This, I gotta hear about. How the hell could that even taste good or be refreshing?

Since the men-folk were gone yesterday, the daughter and I went to Taco Time for dinner, cruised around some housing developments, and rented some movies to watch. I also gave my daughter her very first driving lesson. Yes, I have whiplash from the brake stomping. This is to be expected. I let her drive around the block. To give myself credit, I was very calm, very reassuring, and did not yell and carry on like my mother did when I was learning to drive. Frankly, we need to find a big empty parking lot, or a housing development that only has the streets in, but not the houses. My daughter was a little scared about hitting cars parked along the side of the street.

I need to finish my coffee and get cleaned up so I can head to the store. My dog is out of dog food and I need to buy some meat for dinner tonight.

Oh! We have our own cooler of death in the garage. I could not figure out what some horrible stench was every time I opened the garage door, until yesterday. Apparently, we did not empty one of our coolers from our last camping trip. I guess we all thought someone else did it. I opened the cooler and just about passed out from the stench. So, I need to put on some gloves, empty the cooler, and bleach the hell out of it. If I don’t post again, you’ll know something crawled out of the cooler and consumed me; or; that I passed out from the stench and could not be revived.

Ummm, Taters…it’s been 7 hours or so. Please report back so we don’t have to call out the cavalry.

Since I don’t camp, I don’t have any true cooler of death situations, but occasionally “misplace” things in the fridge and have the miniature version. I’ve been known to throw out perfectly good containers because I couldn’t stomach the thought of cleaning out the growths that had colonized them. I’ve gotten better at avoiding these, but I still occasionally get caught.

WileE, sorry to hear about all the stuff you’ve had to deal with lately. The doc with the threats sounds like someone who should be reported to the medical board. The other one just sounds less than competent. Sounds like you’ve found a decent doc now. Hope things continue to look up!

Rue, do any of your local libraries buy anime? Mine does. Not that I’ve seen any. I’m just continually surprised to see it available. Maybe I’ll look at it more closely next time).

I was always lucky with roommates. One of them became my best friend. Another my next best friend. Worst experience was one who stopped talking to us (there were 3 of us sharing the apartment) a few months before we moved on to different roommates. Not sure what happened there. She continued to pay rent, but spent very little time at home (as I recall - this was more than 15 years ago). Saw silent roomie a couple of times in the past 2 years. She said hi in a pretty friendly manner, but we didn’t talk - we were in a food court and each eating with others, so it wasn’t really conducive to talking. Psycho sounds, well…psycho.

Family has come and gone. It was pretty stressful overall. I find it amazing how different my house can feel depending on the inhabitants. It felt teeny-weeny and pretty much everyone got on my nerves at one moment or another (and I know the feeling was mutual in most cases). My best friend and her family - same number of people - can come here and we feel perfectly comfy. Very odd. But we had time together and I think Mom had a good time, which is the most important part. The older she gets, the more I want to make sure that we’ve all had time together and that she’s gotten to do what she wants to. I can get over the stress. (I’ll be going to visit best friend and family over Christmas and New Year’s…)

And now I have to think about going to work tomorrow. Really don’t feel like it, but I haven’t done a speck of work in 10 days, so I gots to.

GT

I’m painting my toenails because I have to go back to work tomorrow. Summer vacation is over, poop.

Glad to hear your new doctor is a good one, Wile E. I’ve learned this is an important thing to have.

Taters could be knocked out by the fumes from the Cooler of Death, yep. Let’s hope her family gets home before the cooler sprouts legs and then arms, and then… eeep! Oh no Taters!

The cooler of death did not kill me, although I was greatly maimed. My eyes were watering and I’m damn surpised my rubber gloves did not immediately dissolve.

Frankly, I’m not sure we’ll be able save the cooler, which is a shame because we just bought the damn thing. It’s one of those 60 quart five day coolers.

Things removed from the cooler:

  • Package of raw hamburger patties (two or three left).

  • Soggy foil wrapped Chinette plate that had cooked chicken breasts on it.

  • One foil wrapped cooked hamburger patty w/cheese.

  • One tupper ware container containing a smidgen of very gross looking potato salad.

  • About 6 inches of bloody, scummy water.

The stench was beyond horrible. I think the tupperware container is a goner. I washed and bleached the hell out of it, but I can still smell the stench in it.

The cooler is currently sitting on my driveway, filled with straight bleach and the lid is closed. This is after going through TWO complete big bottles of Clorox Clean-Up, half a bottle (it’s all I had) of Pine-Sol, and half of a big bottle of Soft-Scrub with Bleach.

If the soaking in bleach overnight treatment doesn’t work, well I guess we’ve lost a cooler.

The men arrived home exhausted and sore. They took showers and took naps. I was nice to them and went to the store and got huge rib-eye steaks, great big baking potatoes, and fresh white corn on the cob. The corn was very sweet and juicy. My son ate two ears of corn, a big steak and a baked potato with all the fixings. The hubby ate his steak and his baked potato.

Guess I better toss a load of clothes in the dryer now.

Eeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww!!!

Glad it didn’t eat you or your gloves though.

GT

Taters, you are so brave! Driving with a teenager, and tacking the Cooler of Death–I admire you! I’d probably just throw out the cooler without even opening it. That’s what happens to Tupperware if I leave it in the fridge too long (that doesn’t happen often, though).

I went to Blueberry Hill and picked a whole bunch of blueberries today, but they probably won’t last long. Yummy blueberries! They’re organic and stuff.

Wile E, you have my permission to bite your doctors if they’re mean to you! I have to go to the doctor this week, and I’m not really happy about it. I hate going to the doctor. But my doctor’s really nice, and he knows what he’s doing, so that makes it just a wee bit better.

Ashes[sup]2[/sup], what color are your toenails? Blue? Green? Purple? I’m a grownup now, so I gave away all my purple nail polish. I might have to go buy some more.