Pam Ayers

 


Oh I wish I'd looked after my teeth. The truth is I have no recollection of my childhood dental routine, at all! Was I good at brushing my teeth? No idea**. But I do know I have lots of fillings and I'm paying the real cost now. I had toothache over the weekend, waking me during the night! So the dentist says my tooth (my number 5 bottom right) is dying. He gave me the option of a root canal (great) or an extraction (great). I can't have another one pulled out, honestly at this rate I'll be left with bad gums and one implanted tooth! I actually cried and the dental nurse had to give me a hug, I was so gutted. The dentist gave me antibiotics - those really horrible ones that you absolutely can't drink alcohol with, they taste foul and give you diarrhoea. Anyway two days in, the meds have kicked in and the pain has eased. I'm getting the root canal on Tuesday. Oh joys. 

Whilst I'm on the subject of meds my doctor has changed my HRT. It was my request and I'm not entirely sure why other than believing that the tablets I was on originally were for peri menopause and since I'm pretty sure I've crossed that line of full menopause I wanted a more grown up version. She happily prescribed an estrogen weekly patch and a progesterone nightly tablet. Hum, so, it's not gone well. In the space of two weeks I've used six patches! They keep falling off. I don't know why. Last night Mark cleaned my bum cheek with pure alcohol before sticking it on. Just in case there was body lotion or something stopping it sticking. (Good job it didn't osmosis it's way through me and make me sick) And this morning he put some kinesiology tape over it as it was already looking 'delicate'. I also just discovered that the progesterone tablets had to be taken at least two hours after eating or you absorb too much of the hormone. And that's something I didn't know for two weeks. Apart from that it's fab.... Or no it's not! Let me explain - abridged version - yesterday morning Mark came to bed after finishing his last nightshift, as I was getting up. He told me we needed more oil. I couldn't believe it, we only got 1000 litres a few weeks ago! I hadn't even paid the bill - £900!! We can't have run out! Oh my God we need to turn the Aga off. It drinks oil. Mark turn the Aga off right now! And promptly burst into tears. I was inconsolable. So with that and the tears at the dentist I'd say I'm pretty hormonal - HRT not really working then! 

The picture was Wednesday night. Just gorgeous.

Want what you have, not what you're missing.

** When I was a kid I was convinced the dentist told me that polos could be an alternative to brushing my teeth. Obviously I now know that he must have said the opposite, but did I try it? No idea. Lol

PS turns out we actually got the oil at the end of Jan, but I just got the statement at the end of March! Oh well 🤭

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