It would seem our days in Dogpatch are truly numbered. A call yesterday confirmed a closing date to transfer home ownership to the new owner. Most of the furniture has been picked up and taken to new homes. As I sit here this morning in the quiet house, the view is pretty stark. Empty walls and ever more sparsely furnished rooms are giving that empty-house-echo. We are clearly on our way out of here.
Ol' Abner was to have finished his dental restoration next Thursday. After two prosthodontists have bailed from the Veterans Administration clinic, that final step was delayed again. He has now been "outsourced" and they have asked him not to transfer his medical care to Texas until the process (well into its third year) can be completed. The private dentist has been given a deadline sometime in mid-November to finish the construction of nine more crowns or caps. Concern was voiced that a move to Texas for the care would require that another dental lab prepare the crowns. Sometimes, they tell us, the results are not a good match and less aesthetically pleasing. Apparently this lengthy process has alerted high level providers of care. He has been called by administrators in North Little Rock and San Antonio. Appointments scheduled in Texas have been cancelled to allow the "tooth fairy" to revive his mouth.
So what's the big deal? It means he will have to come back to Little Rock at least three more times in the next couple of months. Other diagnostic tests due will necessarily be performed in Little Rock, and he will have to continue to receive his oxygen refills through the Arkansas vendor! All his prescriptions will still come to the address in Dogpatch. We thought we were on our way out!
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