Appointment was brief but unpleasant this morning.
Frau Doktor had to yank out the old spring as the gap it had produced wasn’t wide enough. She inserted a new, stronger one – which should increase the gap significantly – and that involved some rather strenuous pushing and pulling. I felt the teeth straining in my upper jaw. It was quite unpleasant and she did apologize.
I hadn’t realised why it was so necessary though until she explained: Mr Surgeon needs enough space between the roots, not the teeth themselves, to saw through. If there isn’t enough space, he could damage my root canals. If she hadn’t inserted this new, stronger spring, it would be necessary to remove my brackets and start again with the braces. No way José!
There is already a little aching, which always happens after everything gets yanked around. Thank God for painkillers and understanding, practical, good-at-cooking-and-reading-bedtime stories spouses! The Three ???
When I started this procedure, Mum was still alive and she promised me that she would come over to support me during the post-op time. I was also assuming (yes, I am making an ass of you and me!) that she would be on hand with wise, kind and soothing words for me. Now she isn’t and I am feeling rather sorry for myself today.
Let’s change the subject -sigh.
BD – bless her! – has constructed a swing for Nellie, Saffie and Trixie. The idea is to get them excited before the penthouse opens. Construction is underway and if I can get a copy of the blueprints, I’ll post it on here. This is the swing:
So, enough for tonight. Night night, sleep tight, in the morning comes the light.