Maybe she’ just jumping on my bandwagon, but Wendy has excruciating toothache and has gone to the hospital.
She said the pain was far worse than having her 2 boys, and no, she declined epidurals.
I thought I’d investigate with Google. I found this –
‘Ask any woman if they’d rather endure labour or have a CYST UNDER THE CLITORIS, then I am confident that 100% would choose the former.
One mum told BabyCenter: ‘Imagine your most sensitive ladybits being swollen, throbbing and with no form of relief. I couldn’t walk, sit stand…nothing. I wanted to die.’
Shudder
So now you know. Imagine the woman got kicked in the balls at the same time. Then she’d REALLY know about pain …. 😉
I went to see my Uncle Rich speak tonight ( aka see Richard Dawkins ‘ in conversation ‘ ) at the Southbank Centre. I invited along his niece, aka my daughter Lily.
The lifts were largely out of order, or at least the ones I needed to get me to the 4th floor. I had to name drop to get me help to our destination, and we made it just in time.
Dawkins has been ‘praised ‘ for his ‘irreverence, wit and fierce humour’ it said by way of introduction. It didn’t say which member of the family though, specifically.
He was great. He tells it like it is, as in he subscribes to the scientific version of things, refusing to believe anything ‘ supernatural ‘ in which he includes anything to do with God(s)
He’s entertaining and, I’d have thought, very difficult to beat in an argument!
Just watched the first game of the RWC – the rugby World Cup.
It’s in Japan. All the sides were allowed a squad totalling 30 guys. Japan however were allowed 60 players, on the basis that there are 4 pool matches that they have to get through, and every time they lose a match the 15 are expected to do the ‘ Honourable thing ‘.
I really needed an electric hoist so that I could transfer from one chair to another ( to my standing chair or iBot ) Because I just don’t have room for all these bloody chairs in my flat, they have to be outside ( under cover ). I applied to get a hoist via the NHS system but 1/ they probably won’t give me one at all, and 2/ they absolutely will NOT give me one that’s going to be outside, and exposed to the elements at all.
Ebay to the rescue. People that need Hoists in the first place are obviously often not in good health. They die and the hoists are then not required. There are lots around, though I guess it’s a gamble as to how well it works when you get it. By design they have to be strong and last though, so usually I guess it’s a safe bet.
Today, Pete from Bristol came with his dad ( 89 ) and together they carried the ceiling track and hoist into my place. He had told me that it had been for his late wife. She’d had lung disease and then whilst in hospital, he said she’d been dropped ( tho it was denied ) and broken her neck. He’d applied for funding help but was refused any. Pete drives a recovery truck, and isn’t well off at all. His wife died, he said, followed shortly after by his mum.
We talked about the ‘injustice ‘ of the funding system for disabled people, and he then went on to talk about the money that the NHS wastes on other things. As he is the ‘ practical sort’ he mixes with practical people. A fella he knows supplies and services beds that go up and down in critical units of the NHS. This fella’s job is to go in once a year and replace the battery on the electronic bed and give it the once over. He asked Pete if he knew how much the batteries cost him. Pete replied that actually he did, and that they were £18 each. The fella then asked him to guess what he charges the NHS for a new battery once a year…..
£867.
God, is it any wonder the NHS is strapped for cash?
Thanks for the interest in my tooth, readers ( all 6 of you ). Comments have varied from ‘ what a beautiful tooth ‘ from my mum, to ‘ Christ your breath must have stunk ‘ …
For the record then, that black stuff wasn’t decay, it was broken and old filling. My breath was untainted, and lovely, akin to the fart of a unicorn.
I actually quite like going to the dentist. I didn’t like it as a kid, but now I don’t mind at all.
Today I had to go to Ealing dental hospital to have a tooth pulled out. I had to go there because my regular dentist said it was too tricky for him, as the tooth was too broken. It had been filled lots of times and was too buggered to fill any more. Also he said that as I can’t get into his dental chair he might hurt his back bending over me in my wheelchair. There’s a certain irony there..,,
Anyway, the little female dentist at the hospital got the thing out, and I doubt she was that strong. She actually had me in a headlock while she pulled and twisted away with the pliers. She gave me 3 very big injections but it did still hurt to be honest. Pain is actually controllable I discovered long ago though. It is of course all in the mind. If you just change your attitude and reaction to it, you can alter it. When I could run, if I started to suffer then I would make myself smile as I ran. Just the act of smiling takes the discomfort away. Try it, it works. Of course you do look demented, running along grinning, but that’s ok.
There’s lots of blood in my mouth and I have to eat painkillers apparently. Maybe I will, we’ll see. It’ll bleed for a week and I am clamped to a cotton pad by clenching my teeth together.
She said my bone was very strong, which was a positive, and that I’d been a very good patient! Well no, I didn’t cry, or want to bother with the rinsey cup thing. That just makes you get dribble all over your chops, I find.
No alcohol for 48 hours, and avoid crisps for 10 days. Makes sense.
Tired of your feet turning into blocks of ice because you can’t move or feel them? Wear a snug around your legs in your chair, connect a night bag pee bag to your catheter, put it on your feet inside the snug so no one can see it, and Hey Presto your feet have a peehotwater bottle that’s exactly the right temperature as the rest of your body!
Genius.
Beware – your girlfriend will want to have it on her lap as it’s so toasty! ( Yes, true … )
