Little by little the pain is subsiding and I’m getting better but still have quite a bit of pain when any pressure is applied to that tooth. So I’m not out of the woods yet. I managed to eat one full meal yesterday and although it was agony at times, I was so fucking hungry that I really didn’t have much choice. An infection is painful enough, but an infected nerve takes things to a whole new level.

We cut the end off my mouthguard. It was never seated properly in that area because it was molded before the crown was placed there, and I realized that it didn’t need to cover that much in order to do its job and keep contact away from that tooth.

Not too long ago, I noticed I was having thrush again and treated it until my mouth felt better but by then it was too late and the bacteria caused the infection. The mouth is one of the toughest places to keep bacteria-free.

Tom learned that Bob has much deeper health concerns than I do. He was out working in the yard when he noticed him using a walker. He was surprised because he’s always been in such good shape, walking and riding his bike regularly. Then I thought about it and realized I haven’t actually seen him on his morning walks in a while now. Neither of us has seen Jim in ages either. I don’t even know if he’s still alive.

Anyway, they learned Sunday that poor Bob has a brain tumor and will be having radiation therapy. I’m hoping that since his doctor is willing to do this on a guy who’s 90, that means he has a fighting chance to enjoy a few more years of life.

I hate to sound selfish, but I really hope he doesn’t die before we get out of here. I do NOT want to deal with a new set of neighbors just a few feet away ever again! I know damn well that with my shit luck, they’re going to be outdoors all the time and God only knows how loud their vehicles may be. I would actually be more worried about that than them having an annoying dog since most people in the west don’t believe they should be brought indoors and therefore won’t bother bringing them here if they know they can’t leave them outside all the time. There are only two households with dogs on this side of the circle, Geri and Santa. Nonetheless, if he goes, she goes. I can’t believe she would stay here by herself. I think she would move in with one of her kids or maybe to some kind of apartment with assisted living. Plus, she once told me they’d be here till one of them dies.