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Ouch! Monday Coffee

Words can’t describble the whomping pain of removing an unwanted tooth. It’s hard to imagine not requiring said troublesome creature, but in certain circumstances we deem it necessary to remove the rot! Needless to say I’m happy to announce that I’m still alive! 

Thank you for offering to buy the coffee today, but I have to politely decline.  The gaping hole in my gum is rather sensitive and I’m sticking to drinking from a straw for the time being.  The Hubble has tried to be sympathetic but his comment during my trauma still haunts me…”If you can have four kids, this is a walk in the park!” He’s still refusing to look at the wound.  Huh! If you’re going to throw around free advice, back it up with a bit of spine.

Yes. Yes.  I’m being unfair.  Please refer all your complaints to Pain: she is now in charge.

I do think it’s time for some pain killers so I will cut this monologue short and retire to my cosy corner with a book.  

Enjoy your coffee.

The Dreaded Day

Good morning.  Today is the day I’ve been dreading for a while now – my dentist appointment!  I am booked in for a tooth extraction for one of my molars and the thought of it is making my insides squirm.

It’s my own fault for not looking after my tooth when I had a chance.  No excuses.  Oh how I wish I could just turn back time. There’s only one thing worse than a dentist appointment: being trapped in a room with a spider!

If you don’t hear from me later, things will have gone awry.  It might sound a bit dramatic, but try explaining it to my fear. He’s in charge today. Pity the dentist was not enthusiastic about me starting the process for him by removing my own tooth.  His frowny face and tut-tutting gave me the impression that this course of action is a no-no.  

Ah, well, I guess I should go get ready for the day and face it like a woman. Farewell my dear readers.  It was nice knowing you.