Extraction Friday

I broke one of my teeth, I think it was in early May, and there was not enough tooth to do anything with, plus the root was exposed, partially.  So, it needed to come out.
I have had to wait until now as my previous dentist left, and the current one didn't start straight away.  So, he just did check ups for a while, so that everyone was up to date, and then he started doing the treatment. I saw him in early July, I think, and had to wait until now.

Anyway, I went today, knowing that my tooth was being extracted under local anaesthetic.  I'd been feeling nervous beforehand, (the last time was 35 years ago when I had a partially emerged wisdom tooth out,) I did want to avoid a general anaesthetic, as I don't cope with them well.

So, three numbing injections, then a scale and polish while it took hold.
Remember that I said that part of the root was exposed?  Turns out very little was.  He seemed to be pulling for ages before it came out.  Huge long roots!
I felt OK until I stood up, then I went very woozy. I was intending to go back to work, but what with feeling woozy, not being able to talk very well, and having a pack in my mouth, I figured it would be for the best if I went home, as the dentist said.  Oliver walked down to meet me, and walked back home with me.

Still numb now, over three hours later.  My tongue still feels far too large for my mouth.  Anaesthetic gets me that way.

Incidentally, do you want to know how I broke the tooth?  I was eating an apple and the skin was so tough that it broke my tooth!

Frustrating

There was a coffee morning today to raise money for McMillan care.
Yesterday, I made red velvet cupcakes rather than a huge cake, but they were too warm to decorate.  So, just before the start of the coffee morning, I went to decorate them.  The room was hot, the cream cheese frosting was almost liquid, despite following the recipe. So I tried buttercream, same happened.
I was so seriously frustrated, this has NEVER happened to me before!
Cross is an understatement!
I ended up "snowing" on them with the icing shaker.

An apology.

Wow! Here we, almost at the autumn equinox. (It's officially Wednesday, according to the diary.)
I started back at work on September 2nd, but have been so busy every day.  I'm not complaining, I hate having nothing to do at work. I will look for things, but that hasn't been an issue so far this school year.  The work that I have been doing is work that needs to be done.
The restructuring is being pushed through, when our union rep from the local branch office came in, I believe that she wasn't happy with how things are being done.
Tomorrow looks to be another busy day as well.
I've been trying out some new to me recipes, all of which have worked.
Shadow has had to visit the vet's though.  She has a grade 4 heart murmur, fluid on her lung, and her circulation is not what it could be.  She's currently on two lots of medication, one for her heart and one for her circulation.  We go back on October 2nd, when the vet will check her over.
There's been a lot going on here, but nothing much today. Just usual Sunday jobs, I might bake in a short while.

Customer feedback

So, I'm sure that I'm not alone in buying things via the internet.
I wonder if you've noticed the neediness of Amazon.
You visit Amazon, select the item, pay for it by your preferred method, within minutes you will probably have a confirmation email in your inbox, confirming your order, and estimated delivery date.  Amazon is not alone in this sequence of events, it's more or less the same whatever retailer you choose to buy from, but I think that Amazon is the most needy for feedback, they want to know about packaging, delivery date, etc.
If you were buying these items from a shop, Amazon's behaviour would be equivalent to the owner, or manager, of the shop chasing you down the street asking for feedback, ringing your doorbell after a space of time.
If you just ponder this, I'm sure the mental image you conjure up will make you smile, at least.

Two days left

This time Tuesday, I'll be making sure that I have everything in my bag ready for returning to work on Wednesday.
It could be a tense start to the new school year. What with the date for any voluntary redundancies having passed during the summer break, which was unfair, as there was no opportunity to consult with the union, an "imminent" Ofsted inspection, ( although why this should be a worry, I am not sure.....Ofsted seem to have shortened the length of time between visits, so we should be more used to them,) and lastly, a colleague has died over the summer break. As far as I know they weren't ill, at any rate, they hadn't been off I'll.
But, it will be good to get back into a routine, even though my pain relief injection has worn off.  I will just have to pace myself.
I do have an appointment with the consultant anaesthetist, and am on the waiting list for another injection.
So, I should make the most of the next couple of days.

Dreams.

Isn't it funny that we have no control over what we dream about?
Take last night, I had two very vivid dreams that frightened me.  One much more than the other.
The first one, I suppose, was a variation on a common dream "theme" that I tend to dream of. Just a different, but familiar, background, if that makes sense?  I often dream that I am somewhere that I am familiar with, but when I take a path that I know goes in a certain direction, I end up somewhere miles away from where I expected, ( and need,) to be.
Perhaps this is my subconscious bring up things that are going on in my life?
The other dream, I was caught up in some sort of revolt and was being treated as the "enemy".  I was about to be restricted in my movement, and just about to be when I woke.
In the first dream, I always wake before things get too bad, although last night I was very lost, and I kept taking paths that I was sure went where I wanted to be, only to find myself further away with each turn, just as you often do when following a maze.
This is probably just what I said, my mind mulling over problems in my life that I currently have no control over.

Cold calling.....revisited. (I'm sure that I have blogged about this before.)

So...I was in the bathroom when the phone rang.  I was/am expecting a call from a friend, so I called to Edwin to get the call.
When I got there I heard Edwin say, "well she's here now".  So, the person had asked for me by name, they had my phone number as well.  (I do have telephone preference service, which is supposed to get rid of cold calls.)
So as far as I'm concerned I was quite within my rights, my phone, my peace disturbed, to ask where they got my number from.  As my number is unlisted, someone has given/sold it to them.
The man had the cheek to state that I was being rude!  I did get cross, as he just said that it was on a piece of paper in front of him...which on reflection sounds like someone passed it to him on a grubby piece of paper, torn from the corner of an envelope.
So next time I get a call like that, I'll ask for their superior's name, and to be put through to them......or ask for their home phone number, so that I can bug them at home.