Old Roots

Thank goodness by around:4:00am my innards stopped fighting off the antibiotics and I managed a couple of hours of proper sleep.

A quick inadequate reply to yesterday's email before a mad dash to Memmingen and the oral surgeon. Doesn't sound right but I can't remember what a dental surgeon who is more than a dentist is called. The Doc is a double titled Doc - Dr med Dr med with a standard dentist qualification plus an oral, jaw and face surgeon qualification. I think my dentist sent me to him simply because he felt the additional medical qualification would be safer with all my other medical problems. What kidney stones have to do with dental problems is however beyond me!

No waiting and straight on to the torture chair. Decision made to pull three teeth ("might as well as we are about it and you still have lots"). The resulting injections in 3 of 4 sides was by far the worst part. Was then covered with a Niqab type cloth - luckily so that I didn't see the implements of torture. The young assistant was great, her soothing words and warnings of what was about to come were reassuring.

Well I survived - just. In my daze walked out and wandered around the nearby streets soaking up the amazing warm sunshine. Only when I got home did I realise I had left my coat in the surgery. Luckily though nothing of importance in it, so will collect tomorrow.

On my dazed walk saw this fascinating building but haven't yet managed to find out anything about it other than it contains the offices of an architect and is probably from the 16th century. The area has many new buildings as Memmingen did get a few bombs hurled at it in WWII due to the nearby airport.

I wish I could spend more time in Memmingen as there are still many lovely old buildings which have been nicely renovated in recent years and make ideal Blip victims.

However the pain started to increase, so back home to collapse for the rest of the day. Shame as it was the most fantastic sunny day. Managed to avoid opening the bottle of pain killers the surgeon had prescribed last week. Relied on a good dose of Turmeric "Golden Paste" and a sofa.
Did manage to get up to put the horses to bed and warm up a tin of soup before hitting the pillow again.

Oh and by the way....... at least 20 kidney stones rolled out this evening. Now I know where to go when the kidney pains start.