When I was browsing through links in a Facebook group last week I came across a post by a blogger called Lets Talk Mommy, who identified one high and low of her previous week. This idea really appealed to me as it is so easy to let the week go by without acknowledging one really good thing that happened, no matter how small. Likewise, it's also important to identify a little struggle or moment which could have gone better. As Meera Syal said, "Life Isn't All Ha Ha Hee Hee!"
Without a shadow of a doubt, the pit this week has got to be the news about my teeth I received on Monday. I've got dreadful teeth; anything that can go wrong, does go wrong. I suffer from panic and anxiety attacks from it and have no confidence in my regular dentist. 16 months ago I had a broken, upper molar removed. The extraction took 90 minutes of pulling to complete, and it transpired she left a root in. It took a year to have an appointment back in the hospital to discuss the corrective extraction, and I had to wait two months for the appointment to have that done. At the same time as we discussed how it would be corrected, I was referred to a different department for corrective root canal surgery on another tooth.
I went for the appointment on Monday, thinking it would be done then but it turned out to be another consultation where they basically presented me with the revelation that there is virtually no point in having the corrective surgery as there is no opposing tooth (it was the one extracted), the tooth itself is too fragile to be successful, and that having had root canal surgery fail twice this probably wouldn't work. Plus it would probably be six months until I'm seen for the appointment, then two-three months of treatments to do it, and then a crown later on.
So I basically need to have this one out as well. On top of the wisdom tooth I'm having out in April.
I feel horrendous about it. I feel like a pikey who hasn't cared for their teeth. I'm devastated that I need to lose yet another tooth, but I cannot bear another nine months of this constant discomfort in my mouth, let alone the abscess which is damaging my jaw bone.
Definitely a big pit this week.
With the weather as it is in Great Britain this week, it's incredibly difficult to identify a peak when the whole family are stuck indoors looking longingly outside. On the weekend I could stand it no more and in a break in the rain we togged up and went to Barry Island.
The wind was insane, but not quite gail force so we proceeded with caution. The tide was incredibly low, and the beach has a wide expanse of sand with no-one else on it, to run around madly on.
Which is precisely what we did.
For twenty minutes we ran around playing tag, chasing each other, making sand angels and then walking backwards (to avoid the hail which descended quickly) along the beach to the slope leading back up to the promenade. Definitely the best moment of the week!