…… 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.
|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