I did the most – I always chart for a win
But there were many challenges…. oh where to begin?
For the last so-many-months I have had intense pains in my face
real close to my ear, neck and jaw; acute symptoms of TMJ.
The pains were intense and did not play
I was desperate for a skilled professionals say,
but my writing schedule had me set for Beverly Hills
I had networkers to schmooze with about upcoming reels;
however these TMJ symptoms were unreal and painfully vibrant
so I researched and called up Doc to the stars: EDDIE SIMAN.
They agreed to see once I was in town.
So I packed up Tanner, the SUV and we bounced.
Do you remember Tanner? Tanner is my 3lb road dog.
Talk about a wingman going hard in his stance? Tanner was a stoic log.
We communicated without words and conquered many highs and lows
so when he heard I was facing a road trip – he was down to go!
We hit I-10 and his lethargy begin.
I made it to Cali – accomodations were suite
whether work or personal business, Cali is always good to me.
I rallied with brightest minds and we talked about script scores
I literally had a productive time from the moment I walked into the door
Re-writes don’t stop and I’m all over my own.
Yet the real drama was waiting for me, back at the Cali townhome.
Tanner was there
and not feeling fair.
When I returned I nursed him up
whilst my TMJD was kicking my butt.
The next day up I was in to see the Doc.
Alas, good Lord, he and his staff knew a lot.
I am in good hands and there is a light at the end — I can see!!
Then I receive a text: Get back to the townhome! There’s trouble with T!!
Oh my word. It’s Tanner my man and he’s in for a fight.
Tanner is 10, aged within and in a fight for his life.
While on a high for my own happy score
it seems Tanner my man was facing deaths door.
So I networked a little while longer and then we hit the road
on the way back to AZ during Junes temperature scold.
The deserts we crossed between Cali and the AZ
were stated with mountains and head crushing to me:
Tanner my man, road shot gun on the floor at my feet
and it was clear to me, he was battling under the heat.
The A/C was on, but the sun was on its job.
I prayed over Tanner and then looked to God
to not take Tanner away from me in my car.
Didn’t know if I could take it. What of my heart?
God was good to me and Tanner did survive.
We pulled up at my home with him barely alive.
I brought my little guy in and made him comfortable in his favorite covers.
Tanner girggled and coughed a little – then duly gave up and crossed over.
My little 3lb soldier. He would have been 10 years old in September.
So for all of the GOOD I came up on last week – this heart break I will remember.
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fen, this definitely put a GIANT TOE in my weekend.
I didn’t mourn long, for I still pocketed two wins:
My re-write spins and my knowledge of a “happy bite” grin.
A happy bite is something I need to stop my pm teeth grinding.
A happy bite is what Dr. Eddie Siman is a genius at finding.
He found mine and we are on the road to a happier chew!
Glad to be kicking it with thee. Life is a doozy without you.
Life and The write…
I live for it.
Tanner “Ankle Killa” Wilson
September 7, 2006 – June 3, 2016
Muhammed Ali rang the bell Friday night
He closed his eyes and put out the light.
I sat in my living room, feeling like I’d been hit twice.
Then I realized how blessed I am to have witnessed such life.
I’m a sports fan in general, mostly football — I am Dallas Cowboys proud.
Beyond blue and silver decor in my home – a framed photo of Ali standing over Liston hangs solo and loud.
I lie to you not.
It’s a statement piece.
To memories & moments – we hold on strong. To lives we release.
Living through it gratefully, gracefully and in peace.
My take away from all of this, since we’re letting go of stuff
is that I release TMJ from my life for some “happy bite” love.
Yesss honey! Let live that will live and let die whatever must.
It’s a new day, I’m well on my way and in God I do trust.
Fee Fi Fo Fen I had a GIANT TOE in my weekend…
Monday made it better.