feeling sorry.....

…… for myself.
Why, you might wander with all the horrible stuff in the rest of the world? If you have ever experienced toothache you will know at such a time the world is reduced to the size of your mouth!
It all started a couple of weeks ago when I went to my dentist for my regular check-up and he had an x-ray made. He detected two leaky fillings, one very old and one not so. Anyway, whatever their age, they had to come out and be replaced by two new ones.  Made an appointment for two weeks later, last Thursday morning saw me in his chair lying back and trying to think myself anywhere but there, which is difficult when there’s someone drilling holes into your teeth. All seemed to have gone well, the dentist was satisfied with the job and I was relieved to be out of the chair, away from all the dental instruments. Went for a belated morning walk with Django, hoping the local anaesthetic would have worn off by the time we got home again. As I couldn’t eat, drink, or talk to anyone for that matter, walking was my best option.
However as the anaesthetic did indeed begin to wear off I couldn’t help but notice the bottom left molar becoming ever more sensitive, I felt feverish and generally not okay. This came and went in waves, I reasoned this was due to the nerves having been overstimulated, swallowed a couple of paracetamols and as long as I didn’t eat with the teeth on the left all went reasonably well. I had places to go, things to do, no time for infections to slow me down. The weekend came and went. Sunday was quiet and I resisted the urge to keep feeling the sensitive molar with my tongue as much as I could, decided I’ld see how it went the next couple of days. Monday in the office was tiring, but still as long as I didn’t touch the dreaded molar not a problem. Monday evening the pain became worse, and Monday night I didn’t sleep a lot. All was not well in the dental state (not to mention my mental well-being)
Tuesday morning I rang the dentist and was able to make an appointment for noon, I then rang the office to say I wouldn’t be in today. The dentist was not my regular one, this time a female colleague* plunged in, I didn’t mind as long as somebody would take care of me and relieve me of my suffering.
Which is what she did; after another x-ray, she determined there was an infection and I needed a root canal, which is what I had been afraid of and why I was in denial in the first place. For those of you who have been there you know what I’m talking about, for those of you who haven’t, it’s no big deal (sorry, just kidding). More local anaesthetic, more drilling, rinsing and filling, alas a temporary one, have to be back next week to ‘finish the job’.
I’m now at home typing this post and as the local anaesthetic is wearing off, things seem dare I say it, slightly better. The tongue hurts, according to the dentist I have a ‘nosy tongue’ and they had to keep it under tight control whilst she was drilling…………….Well there you go, learn something new every day, I have a nosy tongue.

*my regular dentist is slightly older than me, she however is a lot younger, have to put our trust in the youth.

 What did we do on Saturday? Marjan, Jet and I went to Ouddorp on the island Goeree Overflakkee (the most southerly part of the province Zuid Holland) where we first spent the morning in the Beeldentuin achter de Westduinen; an incredibly beautiful private garden full of modern scultures, a delightful, somewhat belated birthday treat from my girl friends; we enjoyed a scrumptious lunch, which I mananged with half my mouth functionioning.

reclining woman (bronze) Karl Ulrich Nuss

Nee de la terre (corten steel) Klaas Gubbels

this one swayed ever so slightly as the trees moved in the breeze
Moonboat (stone) Ton Kalle

Bridging the gap (bronze) Dorte Berner

Torso (stone) Le Thi Hien
Roots (stone) Adri Verhoeven

view of part of the garden with the girls

the entire garden was divided into sections, this is called the Gallery

Forest Lungs of the world (paper) Julie Dodd

I'll call these Sun and Moon, as they're not marked on the map of the garden, I don't know who made them either

Teacher and Silly Virgins (stone) Dorte Berner

again, plus a view of Open Veld or the so-called Open field part of the garden

Girl on chair (bronze) Bernard Sindall

Margreet Huisman made these, afraid no title here either, however one of her small sculptures snuck into my pocket and came home with me, a piglet from a family of 'Mazzelpigs'
he's the pink one on the right

 after lunch we went to the beach and simply walked - it was a great day


Debbie said…
Oh dear, poor you, things in the mouth really take over. The garden and sculptures look fascinating.
Saskia said…
thanks Debbie, I'm grateful for all the comforting I can get.....writing this post did cheer me up, especially the last part
Mo Crow said…
I love that suspended stone moon boat, what a poetic surreal thing it is!
belated birthday wishes and be well dear Saskia ! has the koala said anything yet?
Nancy said…
Feeling sorry...had me happy by the end of the post! The sculpture garden looks so lovely...much better than a pain-filled mouth! I laughed at the phrase "nosy tongue"!! haha Happy Belated Birthday!
Ms. said…
Every word and phrase brought me back to my dental distress years....long ago but one never forgets. Everything procedure describe was just so for me then. Finally, somewhere in my forties, having suffered decay after decay and prodding and pain upon pain, I succumbed, gave up my partial dentures, had the last rotten teeth pulled, mourned until a friend brought wine, then got a full set of dentures, refused implants, wore them 24/7 on the advice of a knowledgeable friend, until my mouth muscles accommodated them without glue,and only took them out for cleaning. No more pain! No more dental emergencies! No one ever knew unless I told them. Now, at 73, I've been on my second set for ten years. You have my unqualified sympathy.

The trip was tremendous. What wonderful works...loved the reclining woman, the moonboat, the grounds, the lungs of the world, the teacher and silly virgins, the BEACH and 'specially the pink pig!
Anonymous said…
dental pain and fear are the WORST. you have my sympathies. I now take a sedative and walk to my dentist when some serious operation is going to have to take place (I've had three implants -- ugh!), and accept the need, partly because I know I'm not alone in this.I find it so awful, in fact, reading Michelle's post makes me wonder about that route should another tooth decide to rot out of my head.

Hope all's better now.
Saskia said…
thank you all for your sympathetic ears and stories; after days of increasing pain, well it seemed like days when in fact it was less than 4, I went to the emergency dental care Friday evening, she (yet another dentist) had another poke in the old molar, presrcrbed antibiotics as my body obviously wasn't coping with the infection and she explained how much paracemtamol and ibuprofen I am allowed to swallow for now, wow I have been way too strict with my intake.....Tuesday will see part 2 of the root=canal procedure and hopefully the suffering of this toth will have passed.....I am now feeling a lot better personally; the rest of the world Nice! Turkey! the U.S.! not to mention Syria, Venezuela etc, is on fire and it is all very unsettling
jude said…
I hate the dentist, but staying away only makes it worse.
Saskia said…
hi Jude, I actually like my dental-coop, and go for regular check-ups; however there was what we might call a 'miscommunication' resulting in great mistrust on my part and my feeling very insecure due to the unforseen pain and what in my mind were unexplicable consequences of the refills; fortunately all seems to have gone well today and as I left my new female dentist and I shook hands, both hoping the next time we would see each other it would be for a regular visit.



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