Please excuse my recent silence, I had a wisdom tooth extracted on Monday and have since been rendered entirely useless due to extreme pain and copious amounts of pain relief. I swear I would happily take labour pain over having a wisdom tooth pulled, it’s bloody brutal!
I wonder whether having a ‘wisdom tooth’ removed will result in me becoming a ‘little less wise’? Ha! As if I was ever wise in the first place…
I’d love to be able to say ‘at least that’s all done and dusted’ but I have it all to do again in eight weeks time. I wish they could knock me out or give me a general anaesthetic either would do, these days it is apparently far safer to keep the patient awake and alert. I would like to beg to differ as whilst the dentist was yanking at my tooth I was considering doing a Rapunzel with the old frying pan on him. I am not a violent person by any means but yanking at my teeth is a sure game changer.
E is finally recovering from her chest infection which of course is perfect timing for J to pick up the local cold which seems to be doing the rounds. Poor J has three Christmas performances which he must stand bare legged wearing nothing but a kilt, a t-shirt and a smile to get through before he can have some down time to properly recover.
The Calpol (and codine in my case) has been on full flow for the past few days. To add to that I now have another man down as Paul woke this morning with a bad case of ‘man flu’ technically a migraine but you get the picture. He is also knocking back the meds in hope of feeling half-human which has resulted in our kitchen counter resembling a pharmacy store.
I shall go and find the cross to stick on the front door and with a little luck we might all be well in time for Christmas!