Ah, best laid plans and all that. I had such high hopes for this week, but fate had other ideas! I’ve had a niggling pain in a wisdom tooth that hasn’t come out yet for about a year now. When I last went to the dentist they said it was on its way through and not to worry about it, just to come back if the pain got worse. This week the pain got worse. Unbearably worse. So instead of taking my mum to the hospital and giving blood I was pacing around the living room trying to figure out a way to ease the pain. I spoke to the receptionist at my dentist and the earliest I could get an appointment was the middle of FEBRUARY. Or I could call back NEXT WEDNESDAY to see if they could do me an emergency appointment on the day. Alternatively, I was advised to wait until after 6pm then ring 111, who would put me in touch with an out of hours dentist.
So I called 111, and the lady gave me two numbers to ring. I got answer machines for both of them, advising in an emergency to call… 111. Sigh. I was also directed towards the NHS Choices website, where there’s a traffic light system showing how likely it is you’ll be able to get an emergency appointment. After trying about 20 different dentists and getting 20 different answering machines ALL advising me to call 111, eventually a lovely, lovely lady actually answered the phone.
She didn’t sound hopeful though. ‘I’m really sorry,’ she began, ‘but I don’t think we can fit you in until Friday’. I was literally in tears with the pain by this point, if I’d been in the room with her I would have kissed her! Because I figured I’d need ongoing treatment after actually seeing a dentist, I asked if I could switch to be a new patient there so that was arranged. When she assigned me to an actual dentist (she chose the lady she considered to be the nicest and best dentist there for me) I was informed that I could have an appointment the very next day. Woo!
So I went to that appointment yesterday, where I was given a proper examination and told that my wisdom tooth was not going to come through in a million years. It had in fact decayed inside me. Because it’s still mostly in my jaw bone, I have to wait for a referral to see an oral surgeon which should take about four weeks. I asked about being sedated because I won’t lie – I am terrified at the very thought of having a tooth out, particularly in such an awkward place, but if I want to be put under I have to wait six months. I simply cannot wait that long with a rotten tooth in my mouth. Scratch that, two rotten teeth, because the dodgy wisdom tooth has also completely mullered the tooth next door and that has to come out too.
Thankfully the pain has died off considerably, because I’m not sure how I would have coped. It’s now just a constant dull throb. To take my mind off it though I’ve come down with another stinky bloody cold. I feel absolutely awful, and all of my Christmas spirit has up and left me for the time being. I’m taking time off work to look after myself (which is most unlike me) and spending my time sleeping when I can, and reading when I can’t.
It’s annoying because I’m really in the mood to exercise, I just don’t have the energy! Plus there are so many crafty things I want to get done, but I’m not feeling it right now. I just have to be patient for another couple of days and then I’m sure I’ll perk up considerably. Apart from on Monday, because I’m having a filling that day. It’s not causing any problems, but I decided to get it out of the way before it goes as wrong as my wisdom tooth!
On the plus side I have all of my Christmas lights up, my mum has decorated the main tree in the living room and the little tree in the kitchen, so everything is looking much more cheerful. Which is nice because I swear it hasn’t got properly light here in days. I’d still like to go out for a walk though, but it’s probably not a good idea right now. Ho hum.
I have to admit, my diet has gone completely out of the window because I simply cannot be bothered to cook a single damn thing, but as soon as I’m feeling better I’m going to stick to plan and have a bloody awesome couple of weeks leading up to Christmas. It’s going to be brilliant. At the end of next week it’s bird sitting time and I’m going to explore the area around where my sister lives, so at least there will be new places to walk and get my steps in. So far this week I’ve done less steps than I normally do in one day!
So right now things are pretty pants, but I won’t really let it get me down, because it’s just a temporary state of affairs. It won’t be long and I’ll be right as rain, especially as there’s so much to look forward to.
Here’s to better times ahead!