Back from Vegas

Well, I made it through my vacation. What an odd sentence. Anyhow, I had a great time and came back with not much more insanity. However, a whole new load of trouble has flown in from Nastyland or wherever it is trouble starts. Bad things seem to come in these clumps. The particular clump that I'm dealing with now involves friends losing loved ones and personal health scares. All part of everyone's life. I know this. I'm not here to say "poor me". I'm just here....that's all. My latest scare is tongue cancer, yeah that's right, tongue cancer. I never smoked and don't drink heavily, but whatever... I have this leukoplakia on my tongue. I think that's how you say it. It was noticed by this orthodontist I went to for TMD. He was a nice guy, but it was like bizarro world. All his employees (including himself) wore braces. They were middle aged people with braces. I know some people really need them, but does EVERYONE need them??? It was hard to take him seriously when he was saying leukoplakia with metal and rubber bands in his mouth. I was surprised he could pronounce the word. Anyhow, I go to the oral surgeon in a week, so I have time to conjure up all kinds of horrible images. Truthfully, I'd be shocked if I had it, but I'm also shocked when I look at my fat stomach. Well, my sense of humor is intact which is my barometer for the tenuous hold I have on sanity. It's good to be communicating with all of you. I can't see you, but I know you're there! (in a good way, not in a paranoid way). OK, I feel much better now.