For those readers who have been closely following my teeth related ailments I have some news. I went to the dentists today to see whether they could prescribe me something for the pain or the swelling which have become something of an inconvenience over the past week.
I had been getting the feeling that some people around these parts were treating my complaints with some disdain and believed that the grimacing, writhing and moaning I was engaging in were symptomatic of a lack of attention, something on a par with 'man-flu'. Imagine my delight therefore to be told that I had an acute life threatening condition which required immediate oral surgery. Oh, yes. Life threatening. Proper.
So I was a little disappointed when I returned home with tales of bravery and survival to notice that my wife was darting glances at her laptop screen rather than staring at me agog, wiping away a tear perhaps or begging forgiveness for her hitherto offhand approach to my life threatening illness.
Now of course I've eaten my first meal since breakfast. I've prodded small parcels of pasta into my inflamed, bloody and pus ridden mouth while my wife is out dining at the Harvard Social Club with fellow Antipodeans. Of course, she has her own life to live. I don't expect her to stay holed up with me, sharing my agony. I have a phone and Dr Ok said that if I make it through tonight without having to call 911 then things will start to improve in the morning.
Peta has made it clear that she needs me to awaken her at 8.00am with the usual cup of tea, bowl of porridge and cheery (if slightly bloodied) smile so all will be back to normal which will come as a great relief to the staff. Peta even had to go into the kitchen to make me a cup of tea yesterday. I say a cup but it was actually half a cup. She's not taken advantage of the water boiling features of this particular kettle before so didn't know how much water was required.
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