And now….

That blog post was interupted by the arrival of Lucy and I’d ranted and gone OT from what was supposed to be the round up of our day so I’m back now with more.

So yesterday morning I did tidying – Davies played on his X box and Tarly came and ‘helped’ me tidy. Then we had a text from Lucy to ask if we wanted to go round for lunch, so we did. The children were all in a running around shrieking sort of mode which I at least was really struggling to cope with so we hatched a plan to take them to the park. Scarlett decided this was not for her and had a total meltdown about putting her wellies on and I refused to take her out without shoes so Lucy took the children which was actually a good first step towards Davies being happy to go off with her, Scarlett calmed right down and we sat and read some books together, played a game and then she suggested we put her wellies on and go and join the others at the park. They had some time playing and I pushed them on the swing which is when Davies demonstrated he *can* count past twelve 😉 then we went back to Lucy’s for a short while before coming home.

The evening passed in a blur of me feeling shite and being all irrational and ranty at the world in general, hoping for an early night and so not getting one. (Thanks Merry and Ali for keeping me company for part of that – and to a particularly interesting car crash style thread on a forum I was watching unfold with horror and fascination – really suited my mood!)

This morning I composed the post below which was interupted by Lucy arriving, followed fairly swiftly by Julie. The children played – and trashed pretty much every room in the house 🙄 while we chatted. Discussions varied and were all deeply interesting – I love our Wednesday afternoons 🙂 We covered birth order and siblings, small and large families, wet nursing and surrogacy, drugs, pain, Home Ed camps of the future, tolerance and acceptance of others’ beliefs and knowing when to shut up – all really interesting stuff.

At 2pm I left to walk to the dentists which is just across the road. I have only ever had two emergency dentists appointments in my life – all the rest have been the six monthly checkups. The first was when I was about 11 and had an absess which necessitated an extraction. I always feel something of a fraud when going to the doctors or dentists and hate the idea that they might be tsking or rolling their eyes at me for wasting their time or being a wuss – to the extent that I’ve often let things fester for far longer than I should before getting them seen to. So I was really gratified to hear her say ‘oh yes, this is really nasty’ when she looked inside my mouth. I was sent away with a prescription for four times a day antibiotics, a form to turn up to the hospital with as soon as possible for an xray to determine what is going on with the tooth, instructions to take very strong painkillers until the ABs kick in and have salt water mouthwashes and a repeat appointment for two weeks to see what the x ray has uncovered and whether it needs taking out now or whether we can wait until it’s fully errupted – I suspect now will be slightly more complicated than later 🙁 She used a whizzy thing to mess it up a bit which got rid of loads of the yuck and left me with a mouthful of foul tasting blood and a grazed inside cheek but to coin a phrase the poking of something already hurting was actually nice in an ‘exquisite torture’ kind of way (finally, I know what that means! ;-)). So I am now slightly sorer, slightly swollen but reassured that tonight will probably be the last really crap night and that I wasn’t being a big girl for no reason.

I also gave the woman at the chemists something of a thrill by getting the abs and asking for ‘the strongest painkillers you can legally sell me please’ which made her all giddy and quivering as I imagine in my local chemists the most racy purchases usually are cornplasters and lavendar water with a side order of ‘something for me piles’. She selected a pack in a dangerous looking black box with ‘nothing hits pain harder’ inscribed across the front and we maxed it to a 24 box instead of a 12 pack so it was a pretty wild moment! 😉

Lucy, then Julie left fairly shortly after I got home, Davies and I tidied the house back up and he is now X boxing again while Tarly geomags. I’ve taken my first double dose of ABs and one painkiller which is already proving not enough so I’m about to top it up with another and I suspect – Tarly willing – that I may well not be back round this way again tonight!