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Tooth extraction day...

A couple of weeks ago, Dave broke a tooth. Well, truth be told, it was already long broken, but it broke even worse, and then an absess formed in the bone under his left eye. He went and saw a doctor because he´s about as enamoured with dentists as I am (he hasn't seen a dentist in 35 years, I've seen one only twice in the past 25 years, both times for extractions of broken teeth)... Anyway, so the GP gave him some ABs and told him to get himself to a dentist. The ABs worked and the absess subsided and Dave half-heartedly investigated his dental options, but was quickly losing motivation to actually go see a dentist.

He had to mention his absess to his parents because it prevented him from visiting them for some errand or other, and they offered for him to go see their dentist, at their expense, rather than try to get out to the dental hospital at some ungodly hour to sit in a queue and maybe not even be seen...

So, then the absess made a reappearance, and Dave booked an appointment with the dentist for this morning...

Last night he was looking a little palid, and this morning he was very short tempered with the boys - he's obviously more than a little nervous about the procedure. Like I would, he's going to flat out refuse to have anything done to the tooth other than extraction - not that much can be done to it anyway, there is like nothing left of it now... I'm not sure when he'll be home, but his parents wanted him to go to their place afterwards, but I've told him if he's feeling under the weather he should just come home and go to bed because his mother LOVES medical stuff and will want to know all the ins and out of what the dentist said to him, what the dentist did, and what colour socks he was wearing at the time...

Anyway, tooth extraction day is having further reaching trauma than expected, in that in his distraction this morning, Dave left the vegemite jar out on the counter - a massive no-no in our house because Bryn is quite the Pro Hart wannabe - and so when I dragged myself out of bed after Dave and the boys had left, Bryn had "painted" his entire body, two books, the coffee table, the loungeroom floor (thankfully wooden, not carpet), the Bob the Builder telephone, and the tv screen... No, I wasn't very happy about that, despite it being a combination of bad luck (with Dave's distraction) and poor parenting on my part (for dozing too long after Dave left and just assuming Bryn would be occupied by the box like he usually is)...

The books are now in book heaven, but managed to wash everything else down...

Now partially I think this little "accident" is also due to the house having fallen in a heap since I've been computer free. That's right folks, having no computer did not send me into a cleaning frenzy, quite the opposite, I slump into a "I can't cope with it all" mode and just let the house fall apart... Having had the computer back for 36 hours now, I'm finally starting to come out of the fog as I've processed a lot of the stuff that was milling about aimlessly in my head, and I'm looking around the house and realising there is a LOT to do...

So, here comes a to do list:

  1. Tidy loungeroom
  2. dishes and clean kitchen
  3. sweep/vacuum floors throughout
  4. tidy bedroom
  5. wash down toilet and bathroom
  6. dust/wipe all surfaces (looking for missed vegemite smearings)
  7. fold the mountain of laundry that's collected in the hamper
  8. tidy laundry
I'll start with some breakky and see how much of this I can achieve before Dave comes home.

Midday Update:

Turns out the dentist couldn't do anything with Dave's tooth just yet because the absess is still there, so he's told Dave to fill the repeat prescription and come back in a fortnight's time. As well as this, Dave needs to get a full set of xrays (he had an xray on the trouble tooth today) before that appointment. The full xray will be bulk billed, thank goodness.

On the cleaning front; I've done a superficial tidy up in the lounge, and tidied the bedroom (even washed down the change table, woot!!!). Have folded the mountain of washing... Am going to stop for lunch now and finish up afterwards...

Comments

Stitch Sista said…
See the problem with not going to the dentist in 35 years, is that he doesn't know how far they've come!

Honestly I have not been hurt by a dentist in a LONG time. They are so gentle these days...the thing they hurt the most is your wallet.

Anyway Dave will feel so much better after he's done I'm sure!

(Sorry about your budding Pro Hart episode...I'm not sure what's worse, vegemite everywhere or newborn projectile poop :))
HipbubbyMama said…
Hope Dave's tooth feels better soon! I reckon I'd clean if I was internet free from sheer boredom. Gods, what a scary thought!Actually-nah I'd just read books and magazines instead :D

I've tagged you on my blog btw :D

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