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For a One-Day Blog Interruption

As I may have mentioned a year or so ago, I have been on a long journey toward dental implants that will eventually alleviate me of this #$%^& denture I've been wearing for five years. Actually, it won't be long now.

However, I thought my 8AM appointment yesterday was to check again on the progress of the titanium posts to bond with the bone but alas, it was more, forcing me to cancel a dinner appointment I had been looking forward to.

Instead, since the posts were done cooking, I spent 90 minutes having my entire upper gum cut open to reveal the posts in preparation for finishing the job.

That leaves me here at home, as I write this on Tuesday, with anesthetic wearing off in a swollen, sore mouth, tired from the surgery and in no mood to write a blog post. An unexpected development but a good one – I will soon be able to taste food as it should be again.

So to give you something to chew on (sorry about that) requiring no effort on my part, here a prose poem sent by TGB reader Tom Delmore, himself a poet.

When I Turned a Hundred is by Mark Strand from his “Collected Poems” published in 2014. It first appeared online at Writers Almanac.

I wanted to go on an immense journey, to travel night and day into
the unknown until, forgetting my old self, I came into possession
of a new self, one that I might have missed on my previous travels.
But the first step was beyond me. I lay in bed, unable to move,
pondering, as one does at my age, the ways of melancholy - how it
seeps into the spirit, how it disincarnates the will, how it banishes
the senses to the chill of twilight, how even the best and worst
intentions wither in its keep. I kept staring at the ceiling, then suddenly
felt a blast of cold air, and I was gone.

Born on Prince Edward Island (1934), Mark Strand‘s family moved around and lived in Latin America for much of his adolescence. The former poet laureate and Nobel Prize winner went to Yale to study painting, but while there developed an obsession for poetry.

I'll see you back here on Friday. Don't miss it - it's an important day.


Take care, Ronni. All this dental work that's gumming up the works will soon be a memory. Hmmmm, your last comment leaves me with questions and curiosities - see you on Friday!

2years and counting on a bone graft and single implant here in London too...
Tooth should hopefully be in for Christmas!!
Empathies from your moons-ago reverse-commute buddy..

Good news, Almost complete!
I am thinking about you. Rest well
and Take care.

I am so sorry you are hurting, but at least there will be a happy ending.

Pamper yourself. Perhaps spend the day with a cup of tea (or whatever you like) and a good book to distract you.

First: thank you for that profound bit of poetry. Going to mark his book(s) on my library list.

And secondly, I'm not sure about your "neck of the woods", but here in OH we are bombarded by adverts extoling the ease of implants &/or new dentures. All done in one day..........with few exceptions that may take just a few short visits. Having had 2 molar implants about 3 yrs. ago, I know somewhat of what you are going thru & my heart goes out to you. It' sure ain't for sissies, is it? Thinking of you & hope all will continue to go smoothly & that your taste will return. Dee :)

I call this a blog post. You checked in. You gave us an update on your life. You even threw in an additional piece. That's more than I do in my blog posts!

I am so sorry for all this toothsome trouble, and glad it will be over soon. Rest, take good care. Thank you for the Strand.

Thank you for the Mark Strand poem--that's a keeper! Best wishes for a quick recovery.

You are going to love those implants when they are all done. I have a couple and can't remember where they are except when I go to the dentist. Meanwhile, take it easy. Enjoy a period of lovely sloth.

I hope you recover quickly, and forget the pain and inconvenience even faster.

Loved the poem. Hope you feel better soon

Enjoyed the poem and may you feel better soon. Focusing on the improvements sounds positive but I bet it is really hard to do.

The pain and cost of eating and enjoying food is a high price to pay for the pleasure they give us in the long run.

Hope you don't have to wait much longer to chew, chew, chew and enjoy all the foods you love to eat.

Enough of those visits to the dentist (or whatever they call that type of doctor)!
"Steak, corn and apples - here comes Ronni! ;-)

Feel better soon!

Ronni, I am sending you a huge hunk of good karma for your time at the dentist.

Think about all the treats you will enjoy once this is over.

I called up the Great DJ in the sky, asked her to play the Billy Joel song "New York State of Mind," for you while you are in the chair.

Take care.

Thank you for taking care of us anyway and so well. I'm very sorry about and sympathetic to the dental distress.

LOVE my dental implants (past, in process, and to come)! Lucky you, me, and all others availed by this amazing technology.

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