No Go Novocaine

This week has been a series of highs and lows so far.  More lows than highs to be fair but I guess that is to be expected.  Monday morning was good as I went to Art with Sheila and spent a lovely morning working on my picture which I plan to give to my lovely hairdresser Lumi as she has said how much she likes it.  It is nearing completion but the china teacup is going to take some time.

I was in two minds as to whether I would return to belly-dancing this evening but it was cancelled so the decision was taken out of my hands.  It was cancelled because there is an awful lot of dust in the air and so anyone with the slightest breathing difficulty has been struggling.  This left us with a quiet afternoon and evening at home for which we were both grateful as I didn't sleep too well last night so decided to take Sheila's advice and have a bit of a toddy before going to bed although sadly it didn't make any difference.

Yesterday turned out to be a right nightmare.  I swapped playing pickleball with Liz to make sure she got a game today which worked out well as I had an appointment at the dentists for two fillings.  I haven't had a filling in years and wasn't bothered about it except for the fact that since I had my jaw operation 30 years ago I cannot keep my mouth open for very long but the dentist is aware of this and so I had thought it would be straightforward and we would get home in time for a rest before we got ready to go out to Tom's 80th at Thanasi in Emba with Mum.

Sadly no amount of injections would make my gums go numb - the side of my tongue yes but nothing else.  After about 40 minutes and what seemed like 20 injections the situation didn't improve and when the dentist tried to do the first filling it was clear that he couldn't continue so he gave me a temporary filling and I made arrangements to return next week.  Apparently if you are anxious in any way then the Novocaine can be ineffective and clearly I am anxious although not about the fillings.  I have been given a tablet to take next week before we try again.  My face felt like I had gone in the ring with a boxing champion and so I opted to drive for Tom's party.

I think it was quite brave for Mum to agree to go to this party.  We were on a table of pickleball players so all people that she knows and who know her (and us) but the venue was one which she used to frequent regularly with Dad.  The staff are fabulous and are so kind to Mum but sometimes this can make things worse.  They want her to continue to come but she says this is not somewhere she really wants to visit on her own and I can understand that so I will take her there when John is away - it is a nice place and the food is excellent.  Neither Mum nor I were feeling like party animals so we stayed until it seemed a reasonable time to say our goodbyes.