Water, water

What a difference a day makes!

I am back blipping, and also apologising for not commenting at all yesterday, because it turned out to be not a great day! I'm afraid it is all relating to the tooth extraction last Monday. I finished the course of antibiotics on Friday and felt on top of the pain however, during the week-end it went pear shaped and the pain kept breaking through before I was safely able to top up with painkillers. I grimly battled on and when Monday dawned was able to make an emergency appointment with the dentist. She was delighted that all was healing well with no sign of infection, which had been my fear, and confirmed that the pain was in fact from the raw bone and nerves. She gave it a good spray with strong antiseptic and gave me a new course of antibiotic. Tuesday arrived and with another broken night and pain continuing to break through I was feeling rough, mentally and physically, so I phoned the Health Centre and the doctor prescribed stronger medication which I started at mid-day. Once the pain was under control I walked the dogs, came home, dried them, fed them and sorted a couple of things including taking this picture of the lovely irises in my pond. I was just taking a cuppa through to sit and have a look at your journals when it hit me. I almost fainted but managed to collapse in a heap on the sofa, perspiration pouring from me and feeling simply dreadful and very alone. I know my husband is safe in my heart but just then he was not nearly near enough! Luckily I was clutching the phone as I fell and after a few moments managed to call my friend. ... Bruce's other mum. Eventually she answered and within five minutes she was round and as luck would have it, her doctor daughter is currently with her on holiday and came too!

As Dr C questioned me it became apparent to the three of us that over the past wee while I had neglected both food and drink, as it had been too painful to have anything in my mouth, and so I had just taken a stronger cocktail of painkillers while being dehydrated and undernourished! How stupid was that - but I was not thinking, I just needed the pain to stop! I had then compounded things by taking the dogs out for a walk. It was all a bit scary but thanks to them I immediately started drinking tepid water (easier in the mouth), enjoyed the scrambled egg they made and at last had a good sleep. I feel very stupid but also very grateful that they were at the end of the phone ... angels of mercy. Through all this the dogs quietly cooried in, right beside me, obviously sensing I was not right!

Today I am having a very quiet day to let my system recover and get used to the new drugs. My friend and her daughter are taking Cara and Bruce out and I have set myself the task of drinking as much water as I possibly can! Oh ... and eating a bit more quantity and variety, albeit pureed. 24/7 porridge was maybe not a good idea.

I do feel a numpty!