I haven’t felt very well the past couple of days. I mislaid an inhaler the other day, so I had to resort to an almost dead device.
Which didn’t work very well, leaving me struggling a little.
But, in my local, I was able to acquire a new inhaler. OK, so it’s of the stubby variety, but it worked straight away.
And, for the first time in a couple of days, I can breath normally again.
A quick tooth update. The dental surgeon told me it’d hurt yesterday. It didn’t. Well, not too much.
It didn’t hurt most of today either. Well, not too much.
Hurts like fuck now though. So it’s back to pills and alcohol.
After four months, I had the remainder of my tooth removed this afternoon. Apparently, I was lucky, in that the remaining root had moved a little since December’s only partially successful extraction attempt.
Today’s experience at the dental hospital (my second visit of the week) was certainly better than December’s epic session in the dentist’s chair. It was all over and done with in less than half the time.
It was never going to to be a good experience, but the staff were great and I’d certainly be less apprehensive should I ever need the dental hospital’s services again.
I’m hoping there’ll be less pain this time. However, I have Codeine, Ibuprofen, Paracetamol and Gin on hand, as a precaution.
The latter will be happening anyway, since I’m assuming it’ll aid the dissolving of stitches.
What benefits could be derived from an aggressive, partially unsuccessful, tooth extraction, you may ask.
Well, I’m now wearing a pair of jeans I’ve not been able to fasten for a very long time.
So flares* might not exactly be fashionable right now, but the important thing is that the jeans fit once more.
There’s another benefit too. Yes, really. I’ve now scientifically proven that excessive beer consumption does not in fact result in a proportionate increase in the size of a man’s midriff. The reduction in my own middle area appears solely to be the result of my two week diet of soup.
While I recognise that a continued soup diet would enable me to maintain my new physique, I fear that this pair of jeans will soon return to the wardrobe.
*they’re not really flares
Dentistry can be pretty barbaric, you know. After 50 minutes in the dentist’s chair, it was decided that I need to be referred to the hospital to have ‘some bone’ removed. That’ll be jawbone I’d imagine.
Meanwhile, I need to avoid hot drinks, solid food, cigarettes and alcohol.
1. I’m still numb
2. I brought a straw
The above is needed to address my post dental trauma shaking.
Many years ago, I made baked beans from scratch. After the best part of a day in the oven, the beans were still chewy and, despite my best attempts at coercion, my kids refused to eat them. Well, they were pretty horrid.
The episode removed any desire to attempt baked beans again. Until recently. Fed up with cans of beans floating in orange-red, thin sugary slime, I began to think about making my own again.
Fortunately, since my last attempt, the internet was created. So, last night we ate beans on toast.
And they were delicious. Cheap too, a couple of quid and it’d comfortably feed four. Which means tonight’s evening meal will involve leftover beans.
This experience, and our new found fondness for chilli made only with beans, means that legumes will feature more prominently in my diet.
I’m quite enjoying our drive to improve our (disgraceful) state of fitness.
Yesterday’s bike ride, while a little shorter than last week’s, was more stretching.
We cycled to the Schooner this time.
After food, we cycled across the Tyne to the Tyne Bar. Then to Arch 2 and the Cluny.
After a short bike ride into town, we stopped off for a rest at the Town Mouse.
And the Head of Steam.
And the Bridge Hotel.
There might also have been a nightcap in our local.
My second in command bought me a watch for Christmas. I don’t like eearing a watch, but I do wear one for work.
But, last autumn-ish, I came across this beautiful thing.
Mine’s the one on the left, the middle one’s still in development.
Anyway, it’s pretty just a fitness-type watch, except it’s human powered. By body heat.
I started wearing it on Friday night, so one wouldn’t expect much activity. Wednesday was good, but I did walk across half of Manchester.
So, while Friday might have involved a crash after pressing the wrong buttons together, I think that Saturday may be typical for me
My walk around bars today is clearly my healthiest decision of the week.
I once lived with a smoker. It was horrible. Thankfully, I don’t live with one now.
I couldn’t do that again.
That might seem shallow, but the smell isn’t nice. To a non-smoker, it’s pretty disgusting.
I have purchased some steel toecap boots. Because a man needs ten toes.