Tooth Question Week

At my last dentist appointment, it was noticed one of my upper side teeth had developed a second crack. The suggested solution was to put a cap on it to protect from further damage. Therefore, I went back to the mouth doctor this week for the first of two appointments last Tuesday.

This time, my existing tooth was ground down to some determined point and a temporary cap put in place. Thanks to modern medicine, the procedure itself had little discomfort and only took about an hour. The primary dental hygienist helping me looked to be a recent graduate of dental school and my dentist and another hygienist made sure to fill her on my history and why I am a quadriplegic. Other than occasional confirmation grunts while my mouth was occupied, I was impressed on the accuracy of conveying my history.

When everything was complete, I was warned to be careful not to pop the temp cap off. All week was a struggle to get much accomplished with trying to be gentle on my tooth. I slowly increased the use of it, but ended up saying "click" to my computer many times while trying to reduce mouse use.

Wednesday afternoon, while still having a tender mouth, I had my annual Medicaid review to make sure I'm still a quadriplegic and need help. As the interviewer sits directly in front of me, she asks questions about how much I participate in meal preparation or household chores. For meals, my only participation includes deciding what to eat (when on my own) and chewing. Apparently making a decision counts for something on the evaluation score, but still need complete help. The same goes with shopping, all I can do is decide. Someone else must get me in my chair, put me in the vehicle, drive, place items in the cart, and physically pay with my choice of currency (cash or what card).

After multiple questions along these lines, determining I need help with basically everything other than blinking and talking (assuming my pacemaker is connected and working), it leaves a feeling of slight depression. This is when the barrage of mental health questions begin. This year seemed to weigh heavily on the section.

I was asked the normal questions of my general mood and outlook on life. After this, the interviewer inquired if I have the habit of disrobing in public and making obscene remarks. Considering I can't even dress, or undress, myself in my own bed at home, I answered no. The full Q&A time took about an hour of questioning almost everything. However, I was never asked if I can breathe on my own and need assistance in this small part of life. The interviewer said they weren't supposed to submit extra notes, but would be sure to include it.

Thankfully, after more reconsiderations, my caregiver funding for the remainder of 2026 has been increased. When this week's evaluation is considered, it may result in more appeals and information gathering for 2027. Such is the quad life, but I'm thankful to be able to live at home and be active in the public, while keeping my clothes on.

Fair Days in 2026

My last summer activity most years is attending the Iowa State Fair and volunteering at the gospel outreach booth. I was at the booth on the mornings of Friday, August 14, and the following Tuesday. This year, I actually got into a few conversations with people.

The Saturday before the fair started, the booth organizer asked for help getting everything setup. Dad and I joined other volunteers of various ages and helped erect the steel structure, electric lines, banners, and everything else. I talked with a friend I hadn't seen in person for a few years and another one of the regular outreach volunteers. I knew her face well as we've served together in different functions, but it took a while to remember Mary's name. It was a great time of fellowship with like-minded Christians. Shortly after lunch, everything was complete, gospel tracts and booklets were on display, and the booth was ready for guests.

Friday morning took over 40 minutes to get in the parking lot, which meant Sara and I arrived a little late to our locations. Soon after, three older teen boys caught a glimpse of a million dollar bill gospel tract and picked one up. As they did, I directed to read the million dollar question on the back. Most people walk away as they read, but this group stayed. I waited a few seconds for the young man to read and then asked him, "Would you say you're a good person?" He responded, "I would say so, but they might not."

Using this, I bounced the question to his friends before taking them through a few of the Ten Commandments. They had all broken at least some of the commands, so I continued with all deserving of hell and Jesus paying our fine. It has been a while since I actually got to take someone through the "good person" test one-on-one, but they seemed to understand and take it seriously.

Later in the day, a lady from a neighboring booth stopped over and I noted her cross necklace. She quickly got to the question she had in mind; do I believe the world is flat or a globe? I answered globe and cited the Bible speaks about the circle of the earth. Before I could get to other scientific proofs, she cut me off and responded with her stance on flat earth and we'll just have to find out when we die. I attempted a reply, but she ran off before I received a breath. I have studied the beliefs of flat earthers and how they deny evidence we can test and accounts from Christian astronauts, but this was my first time speaking with one. Tuesday's notable conversation was with an older woman who believed dinosaurs were primarily made up. I gave her passages from Job and volunteer Mary gave her a booklet on the subject.

Regular conversations about the Ark Encounter were had both days with some people wanting to go and others already had. It was a great time though and I'm thankful I was able to volunteer again. Sara and I both commented on Thursday that it's a lot of work, and we don't really see much of the fair, but we already miss not having more outreach opportunities.

This week will be another busy time of doctor's appointments and annual tests. On Tuesday, I'm scheduled to get a temporary crown on one of my upper back teeth. I'm a little concerned how it will affect my stick use, but I will wait and see. It will be another fun time of adjusting in the quad life. 

Made to Deceive

Throughout history, people have tried to deceive each other in various forms. In the Bible, we read that measurements and weights were slightly adjusted to favor the person selling. They could give out less product, but still charge for the full amount.

As the centuries and technology have progressed, so have the ways thieves try to steal and deceive. Phone calls from legitimate sounding companies say you owe them money, but careful observance notices discrepancies. Is they are missed, the victim may be out hundreds or thousands of dollars. This week, I was not the victim of money theft, but misrepresentation of a different kind.

Every week, I get emails from Google reporting on my websites of any errors in their search capabilities. Most of the issues result themselves, so I often ignore the messages. However, one email was different than the rest and concerned my own work site. The message said that might merchant pages were set up incorrectly and needed to be resolved. This would normally sound helpful, but I don't sell anything on my site or have merchant pages. Clicking one of the links on what was supposedly my page brought me to a Chinese website that meant to be selling some products. Investigating further, my actual website was nothing but blank white pages. Even with proper security software, strong passwords, and updated plugins, I had been hacked.

I was also unable to login and access my site to make any edits. For the next hour and a half, I spoke with a customer service person from my site's web host to get the site restored. He did most of my site, but I was still unable to login. My time to sit had long ago expired, so I reluctantly had to quit and solve the issue later.

Tuesday through Friday were very busy days filled with meetings, biking, and my first trip to the fair. However, I managed to squeeze in another phone call and regain access to the site. Even with this accomplishment, major parts were still missing or not working. I also had to clear out 13 people who had added themselves as administrators. In an attempt to recover everything, I reverted to a backup from a few months ago. This resulted in my new login information being removed and I found out how to get myself logged in through a "unique" method.

Unfortunately, the backup ended up returning to blank pages and parts not wanting to function. With very limited upright time, it is difficult to make progress on something I have thankfully not had to deal with before. Monday will be another phone call and hoping everything returns to normal.

As Scripture, the heart is desperately wicked and prone to evil. My caregiver wondered why I wasn't mad on the phone and having heated exchanges. I explained such behavior does nothing and the person I'm talking to is trying to help. However, I do pray that whoever does these types of activities comes to Jesus for forgiveness and repents from such actions. I will see what surprises come up this week.

Zoo Event Day

Living the quad life, I am very familiar with adjusting plans and adapting as things change. This week was an example of unexpected situations, thankfulness, and learning to pay better attention.

For about six years, I have been trying to go to the zoo in Des Moines. I didn't have a particular reason or goal, it was just something I haven't done since around 2000 and it sounded like a fun, local, getaway. Inevitably, I would have a date planned, and something would come up. Either the weather wasn't conducive for me, a more urgent item took importance, health issues, etc. This year, the sticky note on my calendar moved several times.

Finally, this past Tuesday, August 4, looked to be the day it would happen. For several days ahead, the weather was forecast to be partly cloudy, mild temps, and my caregiver Sara and I were doing well enough for health. Two days prior, I first heard about possible thunderstorms and thought it would be delayed again. Tuesday morning still said partly sunny skies with rain in the late afternoon. Therefore, we decided to go and pulled out of the driveway with the sun shining through the clouds.

Less than ten miles after leaving home, it started to rain, and continued with varying intensity for the next 30 miles. As we came close to the exit we needed, rain kept falling and Sara and I tried to decide what to do. Just before the turn off, the precipitation stopped and we decided to find a parking spot and evaluate the situation.

Arriving at the zoo, we found a packed parking lot. The main lot was completely full and the alternate lot looked equally filled. Another van with a wheelchair ramp was ahead of us and we both circled the lot like animals ready to pounce on anything available. We finally saw one regular spot open, but it was sandwiched between two other vehicles. With no other choice, Sara partially parked in the spot, let me out, then parked the rest of the way. I was glad to see the small zoo so popular, but it was not what I expected.

Navigating through the parking lot and sidewalks, I noticed a couple other wheelchair users rolling around. By the looks of them, I guessed a local care facility was also having a zoo day for their residents. As I neared the main entrance, a zoo employee yelled "Sir!" I wasn't completely sure she meant me, but as I continued, she came closer to me and said, "Sir, the event entrance is this way," pointing her hand. I briefly guessed she meant something with the other people I saw, and I answered, "What event?" The lady looked confused, but said we were headed in the right direction. I am used to being a lone wolf and didn't want to join in on a party I hadn't been invited to.

For the next 3.5 hours, Sara and I toured the grounds and saw the African exhibit, Australian area, and all the other animals and attractions available. Everywhere we turned though, we kept noticing more wheelchair users. It was nice to not be the only one, but it still felt strange. I overheard one caregiver looking lady talking to her client saying a few COC groups must have come. The Christian Opportunity Center is a central Iowa organization that serves people with various intellectual disabilities. This made some sense, but I also saw some children that I knew were too young to be COC clients.

The main challenge of the day was finding dry seats for Sara to use. I made sure to stop several times to give her a break and to fully tilt my chair and adjust my pressure. The wheeling crowd seemed to decrease after lunch, but we left before 2:00 and went home satisfied that we did everything and thankful it worked out.

Wednesday morning, I briefly checked Facebook and saw a news item from the previous day. About a dozen disability service organizations had organized a Disability Pride day at the zoo and over 1,000 persons with disabilities had attended. This explained the large number of fellow wheelchair users, no parking, and why the zoo staff was trying to direct me. If I had taken her advice, I would have found a few friends who were also there, but I never saw.

Sometimes, watching local news more be beneficial. However, I didn't miss out on anything and enjoyed the day. One friend said he was there twice as long as we were, which would not have worked for my caregiver's schedule. I don't have plans to return any time soon, but if I do, I may watch more media than just weather guesses. 

Witnessing to Telemarketers and Spammers

I am old enough to remember the days before caller ID and unwanted phone calls. When the phone rang, it was a friend, relative, or someone you actually wanted to talk with. When I went to college and had my own phone in the dorm, that's when I remember changes beginning.

On occasion, I would get a call from a guy that would try to flirt with my nurses, but hung up as soon as he know I could hear. The college said caller ID was available on campus, so I got a special box that hooked up to your phone and might display who was calling. It didn't work well, but the odd calls stopped coming. After college, for the few months I had my own apartment, I received a call from someone looking to get money for some police program. I hung up while being transferred to the money handler and didn't answer the next call.

Now, it's almost a dread to answer the phone as it's rarely an actual person you want to converse with. It may be an automated call trying to get information or sign up for something. Since I still use a land line, some people say getting rid of it would help. However, my main daytime caregiver only uses her cell phone and has the same problem.

Sometimes, if the caller is an actual human that speaks English fairly well, I'll have fun with them. I'll say something along the lines of, "I don't know you, are you a good person?" They'll hesitate, but often say yes. Then I continue with the Ten Commandments, "Let's put it to the test, the 9th commandment is do not give false witness, or don't lie. Have you ever told a lie, or will you in this call? Revelation says all liars will have their part in the lake of fire." By this point, most people stammer and hang up. If they continue to stay on, so do I.

"The 8th command is do not steal. The value doesn't matter, anything breaks the command. Have you stolen anything or will try to in this conversation?" I think I've only had one continue all the way through, but I conclude that all have sinned, but we can have forgiveness through Christ alone, not by works. The person returns to their script and I catch them quickly in a lie of some sort and they hang up.

Recently, I have also been getting emails to help promote my book, but with a small fee. I give the same response and never hear back from most, but a few continue to converse and try to continue with their script.

Even living the quad life and not getting out much allows for witnessing opportunities. I never know where the conversation will lead, but I at least plant a seed. The next call may make them consider their profession more, and that an alternative may be better.

Stick Trouble that Gets Sticky

I have used a mouth stick to interact with the world for more than 40 years. It is what I learned to use when I was originally injured and increased my skills as the years progressed. 

I primarily just use a straight wand that is 18" long and meets most of my needs. However, I have an abundance of other sticks and various sizes and functions. Some are short, some are long, and others can extend and go in between. Further varieties have capabilities of picking up items, holding a writing utensil, or allowing me to interact with a touchscreen. In some ways, you can say I have sticks coming out of my ears!

No matter the variety, they all have one thing in common and that is bite sleeves on the end. They are simple rubber cushions that I use to clamp onto and not have to bite plastic. Unfortunately, this is now become a major source of problems.

For over a year, I have had a hard time finding more sleeves to order. The only thing I could find have square ends that are not comfortable on my tongue. Digging through my collection of sticks, my caregiver found that one of them had brand new ends that had never been opened. The old style cushions are much more durable than those available today and the three sets that she found lasted an entire year. Unfortunately, I used them as long as I could but, had to switch last weekend. The only thing that was available were square tipped ends.

Within the first two days of using them, my tongue and entire mouth were sore by the end of the day. I was hoping it would improve, but it did not changed as the week progressed. I found myself to be forced to use more voice control in order to save extra pain. In fact, this week's entry has been primarily made by using voice control and much editing.

The problem with this method, is that my mouth quickly dries out and I need to get more drinks. I don't always have some one available that can give me a drink, so it replaces one problem with another. I know that various technologies are available for computer control, but I do more that just computer work with my stick. Reading, playing card games, and basically anything else I want to do require stick use.

I will continue to search and possibly come up with a method of making my own. However, that last option is currently completely unknown how it would be possible. I'm aware that I've been living the quad life for many decades and maybe do things a bit differently. Even with that, I do know younger quadriplegics use sticks as well. 

It looks like that one way or another I will be learning something new; either more voice control or how to make my pads. I will wait to see which one it is. 

How Many Times?

One of my endless number of faults is reacting too quickly when I hear erroneous Bible accusations. A few years ago, one of my caregivers had read something about the book of Revelation, She said it was confusing and was certain I hadn't ever read it. While I agree it has several interpretations with various Scriptural support, I reminded her of my routine.

For many years, I have done a morning reading plan from Genesis through Revelation. For about 20 years, I also read 3-4 chapters of the Bible every night which also went cover to cover in a year or less. Therefore, I estimated I read Revelation twice per calendar year and possibly three times depending on my night reading schedule. That schedule had likely been going on for 15 years if not longer. The next question was why I read it so much.

The result of the conversation made me curious though, how many times do I read a full book of the Bible every year? I still do my morning reading routine, so that's an easy calculation of once for every book. Two years ago, I adjusted my night ritual after getting a John MacArthur (JM) study Bible. It has small print with bright white pages, so my eyes can't take it nightly. Therefore, I read it four nights a week and another study Bible the remaining three nights.

Reading all the Scripture and commentary in the JM Bible makes slow progress. However, I started in Genesis late in 2025 and I'm just now starting Isiah. It will take me more than a year to get through, but that's okay. In my other study Bible, I am skipping around some with having read Psalms-Song of Songs/Solomon before returning to the New Testament again. I also read two chapters in the New Testament every day for a month, but that can take a year to read one full book depending on the length.

At this point in 2026, with my various reading plans combined, I have read Psalms, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, and Song of Songs three times. Isiah's 66 chapters will take quite a while at night, but I feel quite confident I will get through it before the end of the year. By the end of 2026, I'm guessing I will have read all the New Testament twice and likely another 5-6 of the Old Testament beyond what I said earlier.

With all this Bible reading, I don't consider myself an expert or even know where to find every reference. While my eyes are going over the text, my mind isn't always along the same course of study. It's a part of this quad life I enjoy and feel wrong the rare times I miss one of my studies. I'm thankful to live in a country where I can freely read the Bible and have easy access both digital and print format. I may change the routines again sometime, but for now, I plan to continue studying and teach when I can.