Pray for Her. She's Not Kidding.

Remember the dental appointment that Satan built?

Tomorrow, the Matron's dentist is going to try again.  She dares you to click that link.   It was BAD.

At the moment, the Matron is still wearing a thick, ungainly retainer containting a fake false tooth.  Tomorrow -- from 1-3 Central Time (make a note of it) -- she will undergo a second Procedure to secure an implant and permanent 'tooth.'    Oh, how she doesn't want to bleed out and leave orphans  (John would die of grief or codependancy, she's certain).

  

Here's her plea.    Which starts with a story she told earlier on this blog.

There's Mary Kay Blakely. The Matron never forgot hearing this co-founder of Ms. Magazine give a radio interview, in which she credited communal energy as the source of her recovery from a deadly, two-week long diabetic coma.

About 20 years ago, Blakely fell into this coma. She was dying. Thank goodness she had friends like Gloria Steinem, good women friends --the very best kind -- who are inventive and loyal beyond all else! Her friends sent thousands of messages to thousands of people asking everyone to send Blakey healing energy.

Create those waves! Will her to recover! If the Matronly memory serves, these thousands focused their brain wattage and collectively envisioned Blakely's recovery simultaneously, at an allotted hour.

And Blakely woke up!

The Matron has goosebumps, just thinking about this!

So friends - from near and far.  Know that the Matron is done with the thick and ungainly retainer, the slurred word and thick mouth (for SIX MONTHS)!!   She doesn't want to bleed for an hour.  She NEEDS tomorrow's appointment to go as planned, per text book.

Shall we provide another urban legend?  Please, please think of her -- anytime from 1-3 Central -- and envision, pray, chant, beg---that the appointment is Butter, smooth as all get-out, and she emerges with a new tooth intact and a retainer in the garbage.

Did she mention she's taking a Xanax beforehand?  Or two.