Did some internet research this morning on dentures. Funny, in the bad old days I had more trust in internet research, especially when there were dos based text only newsgroups. Now that any idiot can post an opinion I suspect that every idiot does. The research has gone from stepping in a puddle to wading through the everglades. Not only does the sheer magnitude of swampiness change dramatically, but there are no water moccasins in a puddle. Yes, water moccasins are more troublesome than alligators (or crocodiles, I forget which lives where, for that matter you might call water mocassions cotton mouth). ‘Gators and ‘Diles are bigger and badder but nowhere near as mean. In keeping with the metaphor; there are both trolls and eloquent motherfuckers spreading disinformation.
I had some odd conversation this morning with mom. I have coffee every morning with my mom. It’s not about the coffee, for a while I was having tea, a few times in the last week I had water. It’s a way to make absolutely sure I have some measurement of she is actually doing. I know that sounds either silly or saccharine, but you don’t know my mom’s special brand of passive aggressive, a typical exchange might be “Can you See ok? Shall I move?” “Can you see ok and do you want to move?” I know it’s missing the subtly and the much longer exchange where you still don’t get a straight answer. Um, I mean an answer that directly speaks from her as to what would make her comfortable. She has no problem later saying how she couldn’t see shit and that dumb son of bitch wouldn’t move. Unless you are the dumb son of a bitch, then she has to say it to someone else. I don’t care who says what behind my back, in fact I prefer certain criticisms be behind my back, it’s just impossible to get a direct read on my mom by simply asking.
I’ve been in a foul mood the last three years (Depending on who you ask, some will say much longer) and sometimes I’m the passive aggressive one for coffee but have left my passive in a different suit. One of the things my mom brought up this morning was a mispronunciation of Okemos. It was in casual conversation, not the topic. I’m going to type other things for a paragraph or so. But will you think about how to pronounce Okemos?
Oregon is commonly misprounced, but, given the rules of American English it’s not a horrible butchering of the language and for politeness sake the mispronunciation might be the better side to err on. When I’ve corrected someone who can’t pronounce Oregon any way but Ory-gone no matter how many times I say it right I tell the old joke and say that’s much closer to the pronunciation. The Joke? She chased him around the church and caught him by the organ.
The only two people I’ve heard mispronounce Okemos are my mom and dad and they laugh when they do it. My guess is one person once said it that way to them and likely someone not from the area; North America. The correct pronunciation is oak-a-muss, um, in American English, it being named after an Indian chieftain the pronunciation was probably a bit different in the native tongue, not wildly different, but, perhaps a bit. Sort of like Hee Row-Shee-ma vs ha-row-sha-ma. The joke pronunciation that my mom and dad insist all those wacky tourists use is Oh-Key-mass. In a nicer way than my foul mood wanted I tried pinning my mom down to either 1) what tourists and 2) who have you ever heard actually say that?
This all ties in, loosely. A few frequent statements in general about new dentures (I looked up partials specifically) had to do with difficulty with speaking and eating and there being a learning curve. Most of those ended with you’ll get used to it.
I was going to skip putting them on today at all. Nobody real or web based told me not to, and I did skip them for half the morning. In thinking it over I decided it was going to be damn hard getting used to something if I didn’t use it. The opposing idea was that these fuckers are mostly for vanity. That and fear of dentists is what kept me from doing this a long time ago. However, the other teeth spread out so it’s not real good for them and it’s hard to eat with only four teeth on the bottom. Right at the moment it’s harder to eat with the fucking partial in, but I wouldn’t be eating much on top of extraction wounds anyhow.
God I’m tired of bitching.
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