Time bomb tooth

In 1982 a US Army dentist took out my top right wisdom tooth with a hammer and a chisel.

Fast forward to 2011, and I went to my dentist about a smell from my mouth expecting the worse, rotten teeth, Periodontitis, etc. only to be told that there was a “pocket” where the Army dentist had taken bone with the tooth, in 1982. That pocket was a perfect trap for everything, allowing bacteria to build up, and attack heathy tissues. Antibiotics cleared it up that time, and a few more times.

The battle continued, until 3 weeks ago, when the area started causing me pain. First it was hot and cold sensitive. Ok, a trip toe the dentist and more fluoride was added to the top of the area. That didn’t help much, but the pain did drop down to a constant throb. I thought it was just normal recovery, but it wouldn’t go away, so back to the dentist I went, 9 days later. He found what he thought was a crack, and we talked about bite guards, stress, and as a last resort he sent me for a CAT scan of my mouth.

The tooth next to the “pocket” was slowly being resorbed by my body. The 9 years of battling the infection had finally taken it’s toll. The reason the pain had abated is that the nerves in that tooth were dying, and the tooth was now a ticking time bomb. It wasn’t “if” it was going to abscess, but “when.”

I asked the standard question, “How long can I put this off?” and was advised to take care of it as soon as possible, because if it did go from bad, now, to worse, later, it could mean an emergency surgery to remove the tooth and surrounding tissues.

That was on Thursday. 30 minutes before my dentist closed his doors for the day, I mustered my courage and made the appointment for Monday morning. Here is the part that bothers me, none of this is covered by any of my three government insurances, (TriCare, Delta Dental and VA Dental), and I just can’t understand why there are some morons out there that still want “ObummerCare.”

Monday morning rolls around and I’m nervous. I’ve had my last wisdom tooth pulled just a few years ago, and I remembered the pain. I show up early, and refuse to be sedated, insisting that we do this with a local, leaving me to focus on what is going on around me. Numbed up, the oral surgeon goes to work. The tooth come out in parts. The infection sis scraped away, as it had actually started to abscess, and a bone graft was put in place.

I am looking at 28 days for the stitches to dissolve, and up to 6 months for bone fragments to quit poking through. Antibiotics, and anti-inflammatory medication to be taken until gone.

I keep running through my head about what could have been, and what should have been. I’m lucky that the dental crew kept looking when I said something didn’t feel right.

Yeast cinnamon rolls

2 cups of milk, scalded and let cool to 95-110°F
1 tablespoon of yeast, or 2 packages
1 tablespoon of sugar
2½ teaspoon of salt
2 eggs
4 – 8 cups of flour

1 tablespoon of ground cinnamon
1 cup brown sugar
1 tablespoon of flour
Raisins (optional)
Nuts (Optional)

Powdered sugar
1 tablespoon of milk

Add all but the flour in a large mixing bowl, and stir.  Add flour until it is difficult to stir and pulls from the side of the bowl.

On a flour coated surface knead the dough until it feels slightly stiff, and keeps it’s shape when let go.  You may need to add more flour until you reach this stage.

Let the dough rise until double in size.  This completely depends on the yeast, temperature, and a few other factors.  What I do is draw a circle in the flour that is the doubles size, so there is no guesswork.

Mix cinnamon, brown sugar and flour thoroughly.

When the dough is double in size, roll the dough with a rolling pin to about the thickness of about 1/4″

Wet the dough with water or milk, and sprinkle the cinnamon mixture evenly.  Add nuts and raisins if desired.  Roll the dough up, trapping the filling.

Lightly butter a cookie sheet or 11×17 casserole dish

Cut the dough about finger width across the grain, and place in the pan, as shown in the featured image.

Let rise for another 30+ minutes, until double in size again.

Preheat oven to 375°F

Bake for 20-35 minutes.  The tops will be a golden brown when done.

Mix the topping, and blend until smooth.

Let stand for at least 10 minutes before drizzling the topping on the rolls and serving.

Galveston Bay, 2018-08-08 with Lamarr Scott

The plan was to explore waters that we normally could’t get into on a normal tide.

Water conditions were tough.  High-off-color water all day with an incoming tide made it a challenge.

Clear skies would have made sight fishing easy, if the water wasn’t so cloudy.

We made it to the opening and it looked like we could make our way in.  Getting into the area we wanted to explore  turned out to be more of a challenge than we had anticipated.  Both of us had to get out and guide the now super-shallow draft boat into the canal.  After ¼ mile of this, with the help of the incoming tide, we were able to float again, and poled for a while.

½ mile later we were able to drop the motor and slowly make our way to the ponds that Lamar had map-spotted.  After running the motor for 10-15 minutes the “overheat” warning sounded, and shut the motor down.  We had run so shallow for so long that the water pick-up was not getting enough depth to supply the cooling.

Back to poling, and moving with the current, we made it closer to our goal.

Three flies chosen for today. Skinny crack, spoon fly, and Voodoo shrimp.

I had a 3+ foot long gar hit and hook-up, for a moment on the Voodoo shrimp. That kind of heart-stopping excitement is always worth a trip to the salt. 30 feet later he became unbuttoned.

The skinny crack take was almost as good. We were pushed up against the shore, watching the water around us for activity, when I see this nice red fish just the other side of the grass island we are against. He was almost 5 feet away from my rod tip when he took the fly. I completely lost my composure as I saw, then felt the take. He lasted for 15 feet before becoming unbuttoned.

The spoon fly never saw the water.

Coming back the motor fired right back up, and we still had to get out to push the boat against the incoming tide for that last stretch.  A good day, but not one I’d recommend for somebody not in pretty good shape, as it took a bit of effort, and the fish just weren’t biting.

No tails, no concentrated bait, no birds.