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I went back to the dentist on Wednesday, still feeling sore and ill. Don’t worry reader, I am not a gore bore – no horrid details will follow.

With one swift look my dentist decided to take the tooth out there and then. Eek! I said. I have never had any dental treatment other than scale and polish and seals, so it was scary. I am lucky to have a fantastic dentist who is also very nice, so he reassured me and swiftly gave me several injections. I went back into the waiting room where I sat nervously shaking. The lady sitting next to me also reassured me that he was a good dentist and it was all worthwhile. “I’d rather have my three bairns again than go through toothache,” she said. I often find advice from strangers oddly reassuring. In Glasgow strangers are often happy to chat and I’ve been given some rare thoughts at bus stops and in waiting rooms.

With my mouth gradually numbing I found myself thinking of Lea, recovering from DVT and a stroke. With my drooping mouth and lack of muscle control, I realised how helpless she must feel. I only had a tiny insight into what she was going through, but I felt ashamed for being so nervous over a temporary ailment. I was still shaking badly, though apparently the shaking is a result of the injections – made worse by my anxiety. I went back in – and it came out with one pull. I am embarrassed to admit I cried, then screamed – but my dentist assured me I squealed a second before the extraction. The thought of getting the tooth out is obviously worse than the process itself!

I felt rather odd for the rest of the day, I am not sure why – perhaps I was slightly shocked about the extraction, or the anaesthetic had left me giddy. A couple of people told me there is a form of cocaine in the injection – I have no idea if this is true. However, I do remember a story my sister told me many years ago….Suzanne was working for a community project interviewing drug addicts about their habits. For taking part in the interviews, the addicts would receive a can of Irn Bru and a Mars Bar. She met many interesting people and heard some amazing stories. One man told her about his experiences at the dentist. He went to get a sore tooth out. Afterwards, he went home and injected some heroin, getting the best hit of his life. He realised the anaesthetic combined with heroin was making him super-high. So, over the next year he kept returning to the dentist, getting teeth removed and going home to get his fix. During the interview with Suzanne, he took out his false teeth and opened his gummy mouth. “See?” he said, smiling.


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Here is Tuesday the 25th of May as nominated by Marceline.

9am Wake up drooling (thanks wisdom tooth) and in pain. Lee kisses my non-puffed up cheek goodbye. I get up and book an appointment with the dentist. I need to take an antibiotic, so cut up strawberries into bite size pieces and squeeze them into my mouth. They taste lovely but it’s an effort. I chat with Claire on MSN for a while, check my favourite blogs, read email and then log off.

10.30am Back to bed. Take laptop and go and cosy up to watch some TV on BBCiplayer. Sip on a lukewarm cup of herbal tea.

11.30am Write blog. Lie in bed until 2.30pm, resting and dozing. Then I go for a long needed shower. I strip the bedsheets and get them in the washing machine. Have a bowl of homemade soup (thanks Mum!) and a chocolate mousse – yummy but I have to shove it into my mouth. Take more antibiotics and painkillers.

4pm Chat to Fiona for five minutes, then to my Mum. Have to give up as it hurts to talk for long. I know, stop laughing!

5pm Hoover the house. It’s hard work, but I feel the need to get moving. I feel all happy and feng-shui about a clean house. Take washing out of machine. Watch some of a terrible TV show on TMF – Living on the Edge – it’s like a UK version of The Hills – basically a fake reality-documentary that follows rich teenagers. The problem is – they can’t manage all the Dawson’s Creek banter very well, so they fall back on big hair and set-up conversations. It’s quite astonishing that it’s called Living on the Edge – what are they on the edge of? Their tennis court? Their swimming pool? Aah, they live in Alderly Edge – it all makes sense now. How clever. I have no problem with wealthy kids or private schools, but get so annoyed with fake drama. Why don’t they do some kind of life swap docu-reality show where they swap for 2 weeks with teenagers from an impoverished area of Glasgow? Now that would be interesting….

5.45pm Lee rushes into house, grabs his football gear and runs out again.

6pm Baked potatoes go into oven.

6.15pm Something pops in my mouth. I have no idea what it is, but I gulp quickly and hope for the best. I realise there are still three wisdom teeth to come in and feel slightly sick…

7.20pm Lee arrives back from football. I arrange some cottage cheese, smoked salmon and chickpea dahl (all random mushy foods) to eat with the baked potatoes.

7.45pm Yum! Dinner.

8pm Play Animal Crossing on my DS. I am in love with this game. It’s all I ever dreamed of in a computer game – easy, relaxing and cute. The rest of my evening is spent playing the DS, relaxing and watching TV. I go to bed feeling very sick and put a towel on my pillow (comforting childhood habit) and a basin by my bed. I am not looking forward to the dentist.

All in all, a very dull and rather moany day. I am however, constantly reminded that things could be worse, afterall it’s just a tooth.

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Well, today I have a puffy cheek and a lot of pain….thank you wisdom tooth for arriving on Good Friday. Perhaps God’s way of reminding me Easter is not all about eating chocolate? I’m not religious in any way, but I have been saying wee non-religious prayers to request an easing of the ache. I managed to survive quite happily with a little bit of discomfort through the weekend.

Lee’s Mum and stepfather Bill held a family party at their house on Saturday night in honour of Lee’s 30th birthday -it was great fun! It was fantastic to get family and friends together. I think this was the first birthday Lee has celebrated with his father. But it was down to sad circumstances…Lee’s Dad has been in the UK for a few weeks. His wife had been visiting UK on business and collapsed on her arrival. She had DVT and three blood clots raced round her body. Two in her lungs and one in her brain. Sadly, she also suffered a stroke, so she was in intensive care up until last week. On a positive note, she is managing to speak, but it will be a long process before she will have a decent quality of life. It puts all aspects of illness into perspective.

We spent Saturday night eating (on one side of my mouth!), drinking and letting Lee’s younger sister Ashley take pouty photos of us for her Bebo page. Pouting is an art form which must be practised. I’m afraid my lips are just not meaty enough for mega pouts.

Sunday was spent eating soup – (by this point the pain was building up) and driving back to Glasgow where I lay on the sofa. I visited the dental hospital on Easter Monday for an emergency appointment. The dentist was lovely as he thought I was “17, 18?”. On examination he loudly exclaimed, “Oh my God, oh dear!” when he saw my tooth. It was nice to get reassurance that my moaning was justified. I’ve got a large abscess and an ulcer and a wisdom tooth with no space, all fighting in the one spot. So it was a large dose of antibiotics, painkillers and mouthwash for me, along with a trip to M&S food for some mushy foods. I have been eating baby size spoons of mousse, strawberries, macaroni cheese and smoothies. Back home, Lee made me a childhood favourite – egg in a cup. Yes, it’s that fancy…just soft boiled egg mixed with butter, in a cup. It is  soothing and warms the heart when I feel ill.

It’s rather tempting to look up medical ailments on wikipedia when one is ill. I learnt-“In Thailand the wisdom tooth is described fan-khut (ฟันคุด) “huddling tooth” due to its shortage of place.” Wonderful imagery; as wisdom teeth don’t appear like a bolt of sensibility – more like a gnawing inconvenience. The Thai definition is far more accurate – as I huddle up on the sofa and wait for my puffed up cheek to subside. I hope that tomorrow I am talking less like the Godfather and more like myself.

Come back tomorrow for the latest Day in the Life blog, as chosen by Marceline.

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