Cheerful pain

A nice quiet day around the house with Frank and our low level pain. I just attempted my first solid meal with some sausages and mash. Ate it mostly with my mouth at a 90 degree angle, and the whole cooking and eating thing left me feeling pretty whacked out. Most of the day though, as you might expect of me, I’ve been remaining pretty upbeat, to the extent that one dear old friend couldn’t compute why I was being cheerful, as if we all have to be constantly morose when we’re in pain.

One extremely decayed tooth is out. Its neighbour is still trying to kill me, but once my extraction hole is healed I’ll pay someone a ridiculous amount of money to kill the nerve and fill the tooth with non reactive latex. What else did I have to spend my money on, hey? I have been trying to persuade the dentist by phone to give me a prescription for decent painkillers. Before the antibiotics brought down the infection it was a klaxon through max strength ibuprofen and paracetamol. Sadly they are a new dentist to me, and despite obvious pain they were cagey about prescribing anything at all. Fuckers. I don’t know how Tristan got that bottle of morphine from the doc.

I didn’t need it, truth be told, after last night. Still I was using an opportunity to get some in case last night happened again. I like to know there’s something in the house for when I accidently cut my arm off. But yeah, its not their first rodeo so no go bobo.

I was being cheerful through the pain. That’s who I am. It’s a lovely day in October, I’m finally taking action on an ancient series of dental issues, so despite the pain it is progress and progress is good.

Still it is barely 7pm and I’m looking longingly at my bed. The pain is draining over time but I fear I might not have enough antibiotics for the size of the infection. Plus there’s strong emotional bollocks running alongside my day that I won’t write about for fear of exacerbating it. I think that has hugely added to my feeling of being wrung out.

Oof.

I’m just gonna get in a bath, read my kindle and then snuggle with this little sausage.

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Author: albarclay

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