Phil's mom used to say that she would be offended if Phil or Amanda married a dentist. I've observed that she's not alone in her hatred of dentists. Many people have dentistphobia. Killian is fortunate in that he's always had GREAT (not just good) dentists. The hope is that his dentist charm shines on. Killian has a consult set up with an oral surgeon next Tues. We pray, pray, pray this guy yanks this offensive molar out. Killian says that an intense amount of necrotic tissue is in his mouth. It's conceivable that as there is much tissue falling out, perhaps that damn tooth will come with it. Enough already.
Dressing changes for the hole in his cheek are getting more difficult, as the tape has to be peeled off radiated, burned skin. No one has yet invented tape that sticks but doesn't stick. There's a serious need for levitating bandages. Better yet: bandages that absorb and then disintegrate into thin air.
We'll be in the Catskills this weekend. Killian is really excited about getting into the recording studio with Ralph and friends. That, petting his cat and dog, maybe seeing some friends... that is living.
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