Seems it's the week for Dental Work
I have a confession: I haven't been to the dentist since I was in highschool (that's nine years for those keeping score). But after my teeth have been aching for the past week, I decided I needed to bite the bullet and be a grownup about it. And as I said to the wicked fairy, after a c-section and gallstones I seriously doubt a dentist could do anything that would particularly faze me.
I went to see the practice recommended by my MIL, in Figtree. The dentist I saw was a lovely Scottish ex-pat, with a single child - a little boy called Morgan. I decided the coincidence was a good sign - and he was fabulous, very lovely, and deft.
He confirmed I had two holes (which I'd thought I could feel with my tongue), cleaned and temporarily filled one, and made an appointment for me to come back in two weeks. The tooth spackle tastes like cloves. Bad news is, I may need to have the tooth removed completely. Blecch.
Fairy had to go to work, so left me in Figtree to pick up some photos in an hour or so.
About an hour after my dental work I was feeding the Tyrant and sipping some water in a cafe when I started to feel slightly sick. I then started to get sharp pains and rumbling in my lower belly.
Let's just say I seem to have had a nasty reaction to one of the products used by my lovely dentist.
I managed to eventually catch the bus home, but continued to feel unwell, and stuck to water until dark. Throughout it all, the Tiny Tyrant was fabulous - not particularly fussy or demanding, bless him.
On the plus side, the whole experience reminded me of what it was like to be pregnant - to be a passenger in an out of control body - and I'm back to feeling doubtful as to whether I ever want to do it again (the Fairy is relieved).
I went to see the practice recommended by my MIL, in Figtree. The dentist I saw was a lovely Scottish ex-pat, with a single child - a little boy called Morgan. I decided the coincidence was a good sign - and he was fabulous, very lovely, and deft.
He confirmed I had two holes (which I'd thought I could feel with my tongue), cleaned and temporarily filled one, and made an appointment for me to come back in two weeks. The tooth spackle tastes like cloves. Bad news is, I may need to have the tooth removed completely. Blecch.
Fairy had to go to work, so left me in Figtree to pick up some photos in an hour or so.
About an hour after my dental work I was feeding the Tyrant and sipping some water in a cafe when I started to feel slightly sick. I then started to get sharp pains and rumbling in my lower belly.
Let's just say I seem to have had a nasty reaction to one of the products used by my lovely dentist.
I managed to eventually catch the bus home, but continued to feel unwell, and stuck to water until dark. Throughout it all, the Tiny Tyrant was fabulous - not particularly fussy or demanding, bless him.
On the plus side, the whole experience reminded me of what it was like to be pregnant - to be a passenger in an out of control body - and I'm back to feeling doubtful as to whether I ever want to do it again (the Fairy is relieved).