Wondering if anyone out there knows anything about orthognathic surgery (as it is referred to in N America/maxillofacial in England). I had a bimax osteotomy around 1995 (to treat malocclusion) and a few subsequent day surgeries to remove infected pins and the titanium plate things on both upper mandible.

Lower right mandible has started giving me trouble and I think it may relate to impact exercise. The spot where they sawed or cut that jaw is pronounced to touch and v painful to touch and a bit achy. Is it possible for the jaw bone to shift? There are only 3 pins left and I think they are on that side, but I visualized them much higher up closer to the joint, which doesn’t entirely make sense. I’ll have to look up the surgical procedure and see exactly where they pin the lower jaw.

In the meantime: If you had orthognathic surgery do you recognize any of these descriptions – close to 15 years post-op! ?

If you perform these surgeries do you know whether longer term the bones can shift or does the surgical site respond to the body being jolted ie. acrobatics… I never noticed anything like this before and have not received a biff or bump to that side of my jaw or is it possible for the spot where the jaw was broken to become infected a decade later? Or can the jaw get bone sequestrum?

Merci!

Oh and the lwr mandible was an advancement (either 12mm or 4mm, I can recall which) and I think it must have been BSSO (bilateral sagittal split osteotomy) technique which according to the lit was popular at the time.

We are on a musical film bender. This Sat it will be Singin’ in the rain. If you’ve suggestions to enhance our tap dancing and arm waving trajectory please post them. Any language is fine.

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The slugs have deforested my bean planting and are giving me grief. Found two pesky buggers muddling about munching in the teeny string of foliage left. They are in the 15mm – 20mm range which suggests they were birthed in my cabbage patch. The small male suggested rings of salt around the plants so we tried that on a few chosen precious ones but soon ran out of salt.

Tall male had excellent slug baiting knowledge being the offspring of a Cortes Island gardener and generally botany smart and had a three point slug capture plan which begins with beer. I’ll be heading off to the cabbage patch armed with a tin of Shaftesbury.

Another unfortunate is I appear to be distinctly allergic to something in my cabbage patch and return after each visit with sore throat like I’ve been drinking paint stripper. Hope it’s some early season thing that will calm once the sun shines and stuff starts sprouting.

Yes, and while we are at it, the blog I just posted below about the blog about the printing is a blog that is its own continent and very fun to get lost in. Music to literature to musing to medicine and on and back.

Pamphlets, printing, a la litreacha

Lovely post here from Timothy Thornton’s blog about making a bewk, or pamphleteering …

Some printing fun. This is an improvised way of getting fairly close to the feel of actual letterpress printing on large sheets which are then folded and cut — while still using a desktop printer. It’ll have no practical application outside of this, really, but is something I wanted to document.

2am  insomnia. Often when I cannot sleep I think about cowardice.

Without spectacles I keep misreading things and misidentifying people in the street which often produces interesting and mortifying outcomes.

Last week I talked to a man as Aodhan’s cousin Paddy, who turned out to be the man next door called Michael. And on, and on, this confusion goes, it’s especially curious how long it takes me to figure out the person is not the person I think they are. It’s a salvage operation.

The misreading also produces the odd twisted ankle, but the bruising is never uninteresting.

ah my sport, my sport, sometimes she defeats me. I tore or injured a leg muscle doing another sport and it came back to haunt me ce soir. I had to take an isolationist approach and couldn’t do any moves that involved a lunge in or out or anything with leg extensions.

That left me with the elusive back flip. Over and over and over the cheese yolk. With a dollop of fury it’s getting longer and stronger even though I was a bit legless.

In a sharp switch in tone, days like today, what a grim day, a day where we wonder when will enough be enough, or is the well bottomless? A day where language fails us. The convenient toss of words like “regrets”  regrets! One regrets missing a bus, or dropping a glass or knocking a cup of tea, one doesn’t “regret” in relation winching commandos nor the subsequent murder of protestors on an aid ship.  It was no tepid, tentative action that earned these tepid words.

And what exactly will these activists be charged with? Being on a boat, in international waters? Isn’t that like being convicted of taking the ferry?

It’s interesting to see which governments will come out and condemn this action. And our own government spineless propping up Netanyahu handing him the telephone to convey the order to shoot these people. And just as our government doesn’t represent our condemnation, so too does the Israeli government not act for nor express the will of the many people engaged in the peace movement there.

The indefinable it of it is not just depressing it is arresting. You’re powerless and feel like this desperate lunacy will never stop.  Like I said days like today. What will become of us all? We’ve been here before, it’s hard to recall how it ends. It does end, doesn’t it?