And because I promised
here are some photos from SF Pride.
First, here is Sair.
She is quite cheerful, all things considered.
She just caught someone with his hand in her bag.
Poor guy, nothing in there but a book.
But sorta annoying all the same.
That is a mango on a stick.
It was yummy, but I ended up eating it.
Sair had just had icky gum surgery and was still on vicodin for the two big wounds in her mouth, poor babe.
Mango was not as soft as it might have been.
(She has impeccable dental hygiene, but lousy genes, and so has thin and fragile gums. Surgery takes tissue off the roof of her mouth and grafts it over her lower teeth. Ick. Ick. Ouch.)
So we had a short day of it.
This is me with something else yummy, but I forget what.
(The flower thingy in hair was Sair's idea.)
Here's Tom with Sair, looking distracted.
And speaking of yummy, there were these folk.
They had samples.
Sair was actually still sorta post op and in pain, so we mostly came over on Bart, looked about, and got home again.
Next year, though, will be more fun.
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And although I treat them well now, I went for years basically being a dental bum.
And she is sooooo good about it all, and her gums are just awful.
This is actually her second procedure, and she's probably looking at more in the next few years.
We're trying to get on it proactively, while she's on our dental plan, and while her teeth are still good.
Yes, she's really young to be going through all this.
Hand in bag went really fast.
There and gone.
Very glad there was nothing to be had.
But, dang, not the way to begin a day.
Yikes - I've heard that particular surgery is nasty, with the area where the tissue is removed being the worst. I've heard dentists urge patients to do practically anything to avoid that surgery. At least she's getting it done now and it'll be over with. Poor her!
I think this is the first pic I've seen of Tom, yet oddly enough, I knew it was him before I even saw what you wrote.
Glad it was a fun, albeit short, time.
There was a little frenum (vocab for the day) tugging the gum away from her upper canines.
So they patched tiny bits in to relieve the tension.
And that was icky, but really not too bad.
Didn't need the heavy duty stuff at all.
This one, though, is just plain Bad.
We're down to lots of ibuprofen, after 9 days, but she still knows right when the dose is used up.
It's still under a dressing, so I have no idea what is going on in there.
Such fun! Down here it would be a deep fried mango on a stick,lol.
"Flowers in her hair.....flowers everywhere.." That's our San Fran girl. Right from the Haight.
I bet there were many things to see at SF Pride.
And Sair had spent a year off in London - walking through Kings Cross station on the way to class.
So although she had a loose bag with her, it wasn't where anything interesting was.
But it was creepy.
And mostly we had a great time, just that the roof of the mouth bit was really, really tender - even with the meds - because the surgical dressing had just come off.
(There is still a dressing over the grafted on bit. Scary.)
But there were happy crowds and pretty people.
What struck me, though, was a high percentage of basically tourist folk.
I guess it's a good sign.
They seemed friendly rather than just gawking.
Still thinking about it.
I mean, this has never happened to me before.
It was right as she came out of the BART station, in a crowd.
Classic pickpocket situation.
(Tho, at the periodontist's office building, in the elevator, there is a sign with a shifty-looking fellow's picture with a peaked hat, all in black, warning against pickpockets.
Looks sorta like the Spy vs Spy guy.
There's never anyone else in the elevator.)