Leimamo’s Life

For about a month now my daughter’s wisdom teeth have been bothering her. I made an appointment for her at the dentist and after reading the xrays, the bottom wisdom are growing sideways. It looks really freaking on film. Anyway, he referred us to an oral surgeon in our neighborhood but as luck would have it, the oral surgeon doesn’t accept military retiree dental insurance so I went online to find a nearby provider who does oral surgery. The closest one is located 30 miles away. Even though it’s a drive we’re still saving more by going there to get it done.

Well today she had her consultation with the oral surgeon and because of the way her wisdom teeth is on it’s side beneath her gums, she’ll need an anesthesiologist to administer the anesthesia and about 5 days recovery time from work. The office gave me an estimate on the extraction procedure for 4 teeth at $622.00 However, this does not include the anesthesia. I asked if Meg REALLY needed it. Then laughed because the lady thought I was serious. Well okay, so I was partially serious. Anyway, now I’ll need to call the anesthesiologist to get an estimate from her. It’s not like it really matters because Meg needs to get this done anyway, but I just want to know how much it’s going to be and if there are other alternatives such as getting it done at the dental clinic on base. I already pay enough on the stupid dental insurance premiums. Besides, maybe if she doesn’t have her wisdom teeth extracted, she’ll become wiser??

Since we traveled 30 miles out of our way, I called a place that sells motorized wheelchairs and got directions to their office/showroom. My brother came along for the ride. He likes to get out of the apartment whenever he can. I don’t blame him for wanting to get out sometimes, he’s surrounded by little old ladies who mingle all day long in the apartment lobby. I think they’re cute but I suppose if I had to live there, their cuteness would run out quickly.

So we ended up at the showroom and got information on how to obtain a motorized wheelchair for him. I gave them his doctor’s and therapist’s contact information so they could request the forms they needed. My brother even tried out their demo and now he’s so excited that we are finally getting somewhere on this. Of course I had to ask the store salesperson if they had a model with spinners. She said nope but Christmas is right around the corner and maybe someone could give him some spinners for his wheelchair once he gets it.

After we left the showroom we went to the shopping mall on our way home to grab something to eat. There was a grand opening a few months ago for a place called “Hawaiian BBQ”. I had a flyer in the mail and the food looked ono. We decided we would eat there. I ordered a Kalua Pig/ Laulau combo. The Chinese clerk asked if I wanted pork or chicken laulau. I told her I wanted Pork. She tried to sell me the chicken laulau. She said I would have to wait 20 minutes for the pork laulau but the chicken was ready to go. I told we didn’t want the chicken and we won’t mind waiting for the pork. Then the cook came to the counter and tried to sell us the chicken. I finally told them both that I don’t know any Hawaiian who likes Chicken laulau. Everyone I know eats pork then I told them that we’d wait for it. After we got that all settled she told me that all the Hawaiians who go there order the Pork Laulau. So I asked her why they even had chicken laulau and she said it’s because the “Americans” prefer chicken. Well duh!

Meg ordered a loco moco. She didn’t like it at all. They overcooked the eggs so when the clerk asked me how we liked the loco moco, I was honest and told her the hamburger steak was hard and the eggs were overcooked. I pointed to the picture on the menu of what a loco moco should look like and again she told me that the “Americans” perfer their eggs cooked thoroughly and that next time she’ll remember to ask if we want our eggs sunny-side up. I was beginning to think it should’ve been called “American BBQ”. Anyway, both the clerk and the cook were interested in what I had to tell them about the food we tried and they ended up giving me a card for 50% off my next order. I think they liked me. They put bay leaves in the kalua pig which was different but the laulau was onolicious, probably because they order it from Hawaii. Heh Heh.

By the time we hit the road to head home, the sun had set and the fog started creeping in again. It’s been very foggy lately. It’s kinda eerie at night when I go out on the deck to smoke. I was describing it to my brother as evil hovering around. He just rolled his eyes at me. It’s a good thing he can’t say what he’s thinking or it would’ve been something like, “You’re such a drama queen.”

Well it’s almost 3 a.m. and this drama queen needs to hit the royal bed.