Yesterday….

all my troubles seemed so far away. Then I went to the dentist!

Excessive weekend all round meant we were happy to have an at home day starting with a lie in. We watched some schools TV and then Davies and Scarlett sort of melted away to play. Toys of choice were Betty Spagetty, geomags and cuddly toys, which they then tidied away and made space for pens and paper instead.

We had lunch and then popped out to the cashpoint. I offered them the choice of staying home whilst I dashed there and back (five minutes at most) or coming with me and they elected to come so we walked leisurely instead quite literally stopping to smell the roses along the way.

My Dad came over to sit with them while I went to the dentist – the waiting room is very small and badly equipt with toys so it wouldn’t have been feasible for them to stay there without me and the dentists rooms are fairly small and littered with things they’d want to touch but shouldn’t so I was happy not to have to take them and allow them to be home educated at the dentist ‘what are you putting that in my mummy’s mouth now for?’ and ‘can I have another sticker?’ all while I had a mouth full of instruments and was lying reclined with a bright light shining in my face wasn’t something I was relishing the idea of :lol:.

I have never previously had a bad dental experience, despite having several extractions including two wisdom teeth, various fillings; some without injections as our previous dentist used to charge for every thing seperately so I had gone without them to save money before when he was happy the risk of hitting a nerve was small. I also had a badly infected wisdom tooth last year but none of that was in the league of yesterday. I had managed to use some temporary filling stuff I got from Boots to plug the hole where the filling fell out and broke in two on Friday night which had done the job just fine so the dentist had to remove that first. She did the injection which really, really hurt and seemed to take effect far quicker than she expected. It numbed me right up to and including my ear on that side, all the way up to my eye on my face and the usual half my mouth, lips and all my tongue. She got the filling out okay but then said she needed to put a band round my tooth and fill that to ensure the filling didn’t go on the teeth next to it. I’d never had anything like that done before – it was like a jubilee clip with tightening bits either side to clamp round my tooth except the contact points on my teeth are very tight – meaning there is no space between each of my teeth. She really struggled to force this band down and I knew it would be sore when the anesthetic wore off :(. Finally she couldn’t get me to bite properly to check it was level and actually started to get slightly impatient with me when I couldn’t do it until I explained that my mouth was so numb I just kept biting my cheek.

I came home, Dad left and Davies and I watched Doctor Who from the weekend that he’d decided to wait and watch with me rather than watch on Saturday while I was away. I thought it was ok, Davies obviously missed the whole murder mytery element to it and was disappointed at the giant wasp as an alien – he’s more into daleks he tells me 😆 I though Felicity Kendall was wearing very well though :).

Whilst watching it I started to feel increasingly queasy to the point of being sure I was going to be sick and also very worried that the numbness was showing no signs of wearing off. It did eventually, after over 3 hours and by then although the nausea had passed it was indeed very sore and hurty :(. I’ve no idea quite what that was all about, some sort of reaction to the injection obviously, possibly not helped by being in recovery from a heavy weekend still and rather more digging about and unpleasantness in the dentists chair than I’d gone in anticipating?

Ady came home and we all headed back out again to my parents to see my brother who’s birthday it was – he was 32 :). We had a nice if slightly surreal couple of hours round there with me and my parents having a frank and honest chat about some stuff they have going on and I’ve previously stayed out of. I love them both dearly seperately but I still think they are two people who not only don’t bring out the best in each other but often make each other incredibly miserable. Frazer was in the garden with Davies and Scarlett who then called us all outside to show us the ‘camps’ they’d discovered under trees. Frazer and I showed Davies and Scarlett where the camps we’d had when we were children were – two of the trees were lost in the 1987 storms and one went when my parents moved their garage and created a second drive and put a fish pond in. I also showed them where I’d fallen off my bike and got a scar I still have on my leg, where Dad and I played catch and where there used to be a lawn that Frazer would kick a football up and down yelling ‘Lin-e-karrrrr!!!!!’ as he went.

We came home, as it was very late we skipped bedtime stories and I cooked dinner while Ady watered all the many, many, many plants we have around the house and garden currently. All of which I’ll have to do for the next 2 nights as he’s away :rolls:. We had a very funny lunatic few moments while I was in the bath and Davies and Scarlett were in their bedrooms all calling out the funniest combinations of things we could think of – such as rainbow elephants, bubble spaghetti, chocolate sewing machines and so on. No idea why now but we were quite hysterical for a while before I remembered I am supposed to be a grown up again and told them to go to sleep!