Nate’s dentist journey

Please excuse my latest venture. 

When I was a teenager getting a mold done of my teeth or maybe something else was in my mouth that kept me silent, two people in the office spoke of the new orthodontist coming into Korea. Unknown to them my friend’s Dad was the present one, who was the present NEW orthodontist. They spoke of how he died oblivious that his daughter and I had just spoken the day before or maybe two. The said he’d been running, came into the ac, then showered it was too much for his heart and he died, the daughter and mother had tried CPR but it didn’t work. I never saw the girl again but I was sitting in the chair with tears falling to the side of my face trying to hold back sobs, which I did till later, as I relayed What had happened at the orthodontist. Another new one would remove them early for me. 

They didn’t let me go back with Nathan today like they did last time, just told me he’d get some gas to relax and then oxygen to flush it out of his system, ok, you’re going to want something stronger, but gas him then give him lots of Novacaine and Schools over for the year for him cause his teacher isn’t going to want him back till that junk is out of his system which will be sometime in June. 

I found out my sons dentist was overseas, they told me but my reaction was more of a panic attack when where the one guy I knew, a new one was. I had to explain to the nurse the complete reason I totally freak out among many reasons seeing so many people in one room was way out of my comfort zone.

By the time the nurse was done speaking to me she also understood switching a red head out for different colored hair causes me to freak a little bit, saying he’s overseas helped, she finally told me he was from Ireland 🇮🇪 and moved back there permanently to be with his Mom, because his Dad died.) I then explained to her,  overseas is a red headed sister of mine in Madagascar 🇲🇬, now it was her time to be surprised. To be surprised with walking in to my kid being gassed (turned out to only being oxygen, the nurse told me gas to relax, unfortunately they didn’t give me any!!) 

Dr. John Ambrsia  will certainly recall me at the next visit and I hope laugh at today’s meeting, not the dentist I thought he was, 😂 I can spot a dye job if your hair is red and then dark brown the next week, you are not the man whose supposed to be working on my kid! An emotional day to say the least. I didn’t hit him or scratch him but let’s just say he reminds me a bit of my older brother and the clown 🤡 nose oxygen, I’m not a fan, and It’s not even remotely funny 😄 but my kid bugging you with the hammerhead shark 🦈 lol swinging toys in your face, well clown 🤡 nose dentist he played you like a violin 🎻 and behaved well enough to get a reward, you on the other hand 🤚 are missing your red headed friend from Ireland 🇮🇪, and my son is getting what I would of done ✅ if I was in charge from the beginning, your office is not my practice!! I’m still laughing 😂 about your boast of being the top wrestler 🤼‍♀️. Oh dear, and your name is John, good thing cause if it was  Joseph During you’d of been the one shocked to see whose son was in the chair!! Wrestlers Yeesh, short fuse, poor dentist working too much with abandonment issues. I can empathize. I also can’t help but wonder if I was 25 years younger if I’d win and you’d need stitches by the time I was done wrestling with you. 

Don’t mess with me,  and your comments about the spectrum, guess you’re tired 💤 of dealing, Is of taken the shark 🦈 from him if I’d been permitted, see my expectations were the Redheaded guy from Ireland 🇮🇪 and I wanted him, you I’d of let work on my kid also and we’d of had NO problem if you’d explained what happened to the old dentist before taking him. 

I’m at AMBROSIA dentist and I didn’t know it was a YOUR last name. Might want to show a bit more respect when a mom you have never met walks in the room, get up and shake her hand and introduce yourself. Hello Mom, really ? How about I knock you into next week. Quick change to Ms. Mullens helped but we were already stepping on each other’s toes by then. The quick pull off the gloves 🧤 you could of kept them on, it’s my sons mouth. And note 📝 it was me who introduced myself to you, you didn’t know me from Adam and you want my business obviously 🙄 you now have way too much. 

Loved the anger you had at my willingness to knock him out, he does well like I do with anesthesia not like his father, it should be a piece of cake, or it could kill him. Either way he is getting a full physical prior to this procedure. Hemihypertrophy is one in 86,000 births the unknown of how the body processes things isn’t studied except by a few doctors, autism receives far more recognition and money. I’m not a doctor but no one ever stopped me from reading 📖 old medical books of my D.Docs, the pharmacy books etc. they were mine to explore till age 11, and then he passed away. 

Time flew and and flies by. My boy graduates next month and flies away to Toccoa College (yahoo I have finally learned how to spell Toccoa!! I did double check on my phone. Spelling and grammar and punctuation keep me often from writing but for two years I've lived on my phone, not a computer. My kids are growing up. My oldest is finishing up college, my Sar and Jay are headed off to college for the first time. They both finished their Associates at home. Pete is also attending college at age 14.

hello old computer that Sar has been using ......time flew

another school year begins

times have flown and continue to fly away, and I don't write but continue to think because I'm still breathing and my fingers are now moving so the words are out there instead of in my mind, lost to my own thought, and if you are thinking what I am thinking well what are those thoughts.

a life matters because of matter, or the space it takes up and where it is, who it is, what it does, where it is and how....... the power of the pen is mightier than the sword. So my thoughts are not my own but now on some cyberlink in a place out there for others to read, some and have said not to write things down less you become convicted.

as I watch the craziness of July 2016 quickly pass away and become history, I see my family in visits....you know the family from birth and before because I am only 47. I get to see past history and I am history in the making. who are these people I write about, great uncle and grandparents to my children. I dragged my 13 year along for the ride and I think he will recall the day a bit better than the 7 year old or one year old, maybe one day he will be able to say, I know who my Mom is talking about because she says JULY 2016. That was the summer I turned 14 and she is talking about xyz and pdq. a moment in time but one I hope he can recall and remember.

I am sure he will remember bacon and tofu, because he blames me for having songs that are unknown to many now stuck in his head. As I look at the world we have one thing in common or most of us do, and that is a song

OH GOOD GRIEF SONIC BOOM!! THAT'LL TAKE ME A WHILE TO GET OVER.

skip to salmon and quiz meets and find my 17 year old, snowbird you'll find my 20 year old, and struggling with life the 22 year old as she adjusts to moving out of one apartment into another.

school year 2016-2017 begins ready or not....... NOT!!

I'll feel this way until September 2016, I'll continue to long for the leaves the cold that my brain recalls from 30 years ago my senior year, of driving for the first time to school and all the memories of that one final year of being part of a high school..... a taste of college soon to begin and another chapter where life turns a page....

the pages keep turning so quickly and trying to keep up with a new job that takes my husband out of the home, I miss the conversations already but enjoy the silence I can steal away in his office, now mine for the moment and I might make it more my space now that I'll be here more than he is.

turning pages, 22 her year as a senior in college, 20 her year as a sophomore in college, 17 senior year of high school duel enrolled and finishing up his sophomore year in college, 13 eighth grade, 7 first grade and age 1 just hope he's out of diapers.

and so time flew again and all too soon it'll be 2017 or 2027 .........

crazy election year too.......

Happy Birthday to Me

My 45th birthday came and went, but something was different this year and I found out two days after my 45th that another life was being added to mine. In 14 weeks or so I will be having another baby boy.

The Mother Daughter Relationship

There isn't much else that is more complex as the mother daughter relationship. It is a continuing thing from generation to generation.

Learning Disabled or Learning ability

Friday, May 23, 2014

And so it goes, for the child who is told you learn differently. You are ahead of the game because you are already outside the box that society will try to put you in. Finding who and what and where and how you want to learn is something that society will try to dictate to you. Finding what works for you is a journey. For me, writing it down works, but others might not understand what I am saying. Do you want me to explain? Lead, follow, or get the **** out of the way, is an old Army saying, it pretty much is a philosophy that I have embraced. I'm going to be me, I'm too old to stop my brain from thinking so I may as well say it.

Years of wondering why I wasn't learning as fast (memorizing) was diagnosed when I was 16. I knew I had an issue when I was 5. I also didn't care, I just wanted to be left alone. Was it important that I memorize everything, or knew where to get the answers. For me, knowing I could find the answers became my quest. I didn't want to be the one figuring out the answers but being able to say that is the answer.

I didn't like reading. Observation of animals was more my thing, exploring and learning about the world was my life. I differed from other family members this way but if there was a book about animals I read it. I learned to read by reading the Bible for family devotions and the upper room. Once we switched to animal stories my interest in knowing what happened next helped in my liking of books.

I would struggle through school. The first time I visited that special room, I was in 4th grade and they said I was brilliant. They said I had no issues. I knew differently I cheated my way through 5th grade, and tried in 6th grade but my teacher caught me, from then on it was on my own often receiving an E which meant effort but failing. School tests were exhausting and took extra tutors in spelling and math to get through it.

Somehow I squeaked by each grade, by my sophomore year I suffered my first nervous breakdown when my brain cracked, trying to learn too much and going through a lot in life also the doctor didn't diagnose me correctly and administered the wrong drugs, almost costing me my freedom to the point it was suggested that I be sent state side. I was living overseas at the time.

My junior year once again I went to the special room at school. This time the testing was intense and hours were spent, but no one could pin point my issues. I could flip letters, put numbers together (having had to learn chinese in 3rd and 4th grade must of helped something because I did learn to see what I feel the rest of the world does.) I often don't think I make any sense because my thinking is different and it is frustrating to explain or sometimes I just don't want to talk, I prefer the silence.

I probably drive the average people nuts with my personal reminders made public in Houston County Home School Happenings and my family calendar. This is how I umm learn, no this is how I remember. I have very little short term memory but a long term memory is weirder than most. I can remember a memory from early ages but what happened yesterday and you are asking my brain to do something it wants to put in the past and move on until three days later or so.

It becomes frustrating to look at something and be told what to be done when I see something that should be done and cause and effect is figured out in my brain but not the other persons. I am not wrong, in what I am saying, it just isn't what is seen by other people, it's just the way my brain works. It scatters and must sit down to write a list and then focus with an A,B,C, D plan. For the most part I just let it go and let God, realizing in the end He is the one who knows so much more than anyone. Focusing on the day at hand and what needs to be accomplished gets me through my learning ability.

I used to be the action person, and drive some people at my work bonkers. I no longer am all action, more of a thinker and letting life go, and letting others lead, follow, and often I just get out of the way saying nothing but every once in a while I do remind my family, didn't I tell you.....Letting Go There's Room Enough to Fly....

You Blinded Me With Science

In 1983 I had a science teacher that taught me both sides of the story or theory of how the world came to be. He was pretty amazing, in that out of the box he found another book that did teach me all about evolution. He was a bit older than the man I would get assigned to the following year. I would not only change schools, I would change worlds and be put into a city, at age 15, I quickly adjusted. I was also alone to get places and do things for the first time in my life. It was an adventure I will never forget, but it would also prepare me to be with two little girls a little more than a decade later. I think about that girl who was 15 and all the things I did those 2 years and the places I went.

 I learned more about the history of Korea then I knew about my own country. My Dad had been there in 1961 and had worked there on and off for as long as I could remember. By 1986 he had finished what he strongly wanted, some fiber optics cable was finally laid between some place and another.

My husband would go there, and  I followed with our daughters in 1997. We were able to see with a camera my father in law at the college he worked at...technology had moved so fast in those 12 years. When I was a 15 often my Dad would bring me to his work early in the morning, and I would talk to a friend in the states. Hello...hello, how are you, how are you....the constant echo of your own voice waiting for the other person to respond was interesting, you'd wait to finally hear the other person on the end of the line.

Nice rabbit trail my brain went on....but it brings me back to science class in school. The teacher I got in 1985-1986 truly believed that the world was put here by evolution and taught me so many theories as fact, like he had been there. He wasn't your old science teacher either, he was a young boyish looking married guy who could of passed for a student. We went head to head with our brains and I often wonder whose brain won. I was taken out of the game with a short circuit of sorts taking a wrong step into his court and trying to see the world with out God in it, while he continued with his class. I would talk to him again in 1997 via my art teacher. Not sure what all either one knew about me, but it was interesting to have to leave at certain times in my life and not know the rest of the story as Paul Harvey puts it.

I often wonder what it is like to live in one place all your life, and see how other people live for your entire life. As my seventh year in this town ends in July...I wonder if there will be an 8th, and what a decade in the same location feels like. Part of me wants to settle down and spend the next how ever long God would have me on this planet in one spot and the other, says OH LET'S PACK, LET'S SEE MORE OF THE WORLD, let's change the location of the silver ware one more time. Then I think just bury it somewhere with a note and let some one else find it. Maybe by then I would be dead but someone else would have it to learn about an adventure.