We went to the oral surgeon yesterday and he basically looked at Buddy and went “Yeah, I see more issues with taking it out now than with not taking it out now. Your dentist is an idiot.” He wrote up the note saying that he’s good to go and we took it over to the dentist. The dentist then said that she still won’t take him off of the class three (“Duties Not to Include Flying”) because it’s “her butt if something happens.” She didn’t even know where Altus is, much less that it’s the C-17 schoolhouse. Last time I checked, it was her JOB to know what the pilots are doing where (at least approximately) so that she knows whether they’ll be able to handle it with whatever mouth issue they might have. She left it up to the flight doc (so that it’s his butt). He said the same thing as the oral surgeon, signed Buddy off, and we’re good to go! We have his oral surgery set for July 5 so the way it stands now…
Friday, Buddy leaves for Altus for a month.
June 21, I fly down to Austin, Buddy graduates and drives down to Austin.
June 27, we start heading towards home.
June 29, I get the 21st birthday Buddy owes me (more on that in another post).
June 31, we get back home.
July 1, Buddy’s two best friends from high school come to visit for the weekend!
July 5, Buddy gets his tooth extracted and bone grafted.
Yay! I’m just glad everything looks like it’s working out. Still holding my breath since his class could easily get delayed a few days, throwing EVERYTHING off all over again, but we’ll see! I’m a very happy camper right now.