It's gloomy in Dublin this evening. More like a November afternoon than a June evening. Rain has been coming down in meteoric showers all day and I had to let the gazebo down as there was no way it was going to survive intact against the sudden violent gusts that puffed it up to hover an inch off the ground.
I'm at home recovering from another attack of the dental abcesses. Two of the resident trio came on me together, skirmishing with me on Friday and Saturday; opening up the main battle late on Saturday night. I think this time I was about 30 minutes from sending for an ambulance, the infection was so severe. I had a fever of a million and a bit and the whole room was jumping with the uncontrollable shakes I suffered. Herself was at a loss, because I was well-supplied with horsepills, water, painkillers, the lot. But the waves kept coming. I finally managed to get some internal heat back into the bod on Saturday night / Sunday morning as the worst of the attack eased. It was fever and pain and discomfort since then for much of Monday, until it all broke in the wee hours of Tuesday morning and I woke refreshed but exhausted.
The appointment with the dentist isn't until Tuesday, 7th July, at 10.45 am.
You wouldn't want to have something seriously wrong with you, would you?
A neighbour gave me a phone number of her dentist this afternoon. I may phone them tomorrow and see if I can't get an earlier slot. These three buckos have to go. Or, next time, I will.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Countdown to dentistry...
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2 comments:
Well, Monday the 7th has come and gone...are the teeth in question still with you? I had an appointment with my quack yesterday, and he was stuck in Boise, so it was postponed a week. Hope this has not happened in your case? Those teeth of yours have been giving you grief long enough, I'm sure...hope you're feeling some relief.
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