Here we are 2 years later and I’m still breathing. I’ll say one thing, it’s been a painful 2 years. I’ve had at least a half a dozen eye operations, and way more than that in Dental surgeries. Bottom line? My left bottom molar implant is a no-go due to the chalkiness of the bone due to my cancer radiation treatments 10 years ago. And my front lower bridge needs replaced for $3,000 which I don’t have. And as for my eye, I’m still half blind. It’s called a retinal detachment. And I’m still waiting for it to finally adhere to the macular wall which could take up to a year I’m told. Until then? Everything through my right eye is wavy gravy–with a veil of sorts.  Can’t drive so Crystal is the new boss of the car. (Her car, actually..)

I also lost Kitty.  This has been the hardest pain to deal with. He passed from kidney failure…which I’m constantly blaming myself for for not knowing the gravity of his condition. If only I had known I would have maybe been able to get another four or five years from his companionship. Crystal was so broken up and it was all I could do to keep from crying there in the Humane Society clinic room when they took Kitty away. Sedated. We have his ashes now. And we found a kitty with a bunny face–ragdoll mix–to help with our grieving process. Kitty was what they call a Birman ragdoll.  A highly expensive breed, which to my understanding, are Indonesian Temple cats.  So there’s really–outside of divine intervention–not a prayer of getting another Kitty just like Kitty.  Clones cost up to 50K so that was out from the get-go. (Tho we did order a fake stuffed”clone Kitty” to have …like Roy Rogers had w his Trigger… for $500.) So now our new Kitty (who is a girl, by the way) has been graced with the name of Kitty, once again. Only this time it’s “Miss Kitty” (like in Gunsmoke) instead of “Mr. Kitty.”  For the time being I sleep with (and still converse to) a little stuffed “Build-a-Bear” cat Crystal found at the thrift store for my comfort.  And we trade our new companion, Ms. Kitty, back and forth like we did with Mr. Kitty.  And so the grief goes on. And on.

That’s about all I have to add for now. We’ll see how the eye does. We’ll see how our new Kitty fares. We’ll see if I can forestall my front lower bridge from failing until my insurance can cover it.

Hopefully, more to come. (Trump’s criminal apocalypse aside..)