Enthusiastic Greetings, Medical Mutterings, Long Walks, And Skylights

It was almost worth going to the dentist, just for the greeting I got from Lilie when I came home.

I think she was relieved I had only gone somewhere for a short time, and hadn't ended up in hospital for days again or something. At least, if the fact she ended up in my arms without me having to do anything other than catch her is anything to go by.

That's one of the things I love about dogs: they're always so happy to see you.

So...

The good news is, despite me being even more over-due for a check-up from the dentist than I thought I was, the only teeth that were issues were the two I knew were problems: the one I'd lost the filling on, and the one they'd broken during surgery. Even the dentist was pleased, since she said she'd expected worse when she saw how long ago it was I'd last been seen. Though she did also lecture me a little on not leaving it so long between appointments (which she stopped doing when I told her about the hospital stuff) and tell me she expects to see me again in six months, in that, "and you better show up," kind of tone.

The bad news is, though they can replace the filling on the one tooth, the one that broke from surgery has to go, because it's too badly broken to be saved. Oh, and I have to go to the hospital to have it done, because I don't take to the numbing shots very well, so they want to actually sedate me for it.

Our dentist did try doing the filling with just the numbing shots. I had to go back on Friday for her to do that, since they hadn't allowed enough time to try during Wednesday's appointment. But after my 20 minute appointment turned in to a 40 minute one, during which time I'd had a couple of their strongest shots, and was still feeling pain when the dentist tried working on it, she decided to just give my teeth a good cleaning - the kind of clean only a dentist can achieve - and then pack in some of that temporary filling stuff to stop the teeth bothering me, and decided she should have them do the proper filling when they have me sedated for the other tooth to be pulled.

Kelly says it's because she was worried I'd bite her. Jeez... You bite one dentist, one time...

I know Kelly was teasing. Although, I wouldn't blame her for being worried about being bitten or slapped, since I have gotten close to doing both a few times when it's turned out I'm not as numbed as we thought I was. Really it's that she could tell I was in pain though. At least, I'm pretty sure that's the real reason. Though, as I said, I wouldn't blame her if Kelly's right. Either way, I'm waiting for an appointment to go see the dentist at the hospital, so I can be sedated enough that they can sort those two teeth. In theory, that should come some time in the next week or two. At least, the dentist said, "Two or three weeks," when I was there last week, and I'm hoping she's right. I'm pretty sure the appointment came in pretty quickly when I had to go to the hospital to get my wisdom teeth pulled before, so I'm hopeful.

Anyway, my friend, Lorna, took me to my appointment last Wednesday. She would have taken me to the one on Friday too, but had to be somewhere else that day. It doesn't matter. It was nice of her to help on Wednesday.

Having Lorna take me meant a bit of a long walk through town, since Lorna parked in Morrisons' car park, which is almost at the opposite end of the main high street to where my dentist is, but the best option for parking in town. I don't really mind though, and managed the walk easily, despite it being a distance I'd have struggled with a few months ago. I was even able to pop in to Morrisons with her when we walked back up there after my appointment, so she could pick something up that she wanted, without feeling drained or dizzy. Lorna says I stayed pink-ish and healthy-looking the whole time too, which is good... Before the surgery, a walk like that would have drained any potential colour from me, and had me feeling weak and dizzy, even on my good days. To be doing so much better, even so soon after surgery, is just awesome! I mean, it's only this week we hit the 12 weeks mark (this coming Thursday it will be 12 weeks since my surgery).

In other news:

A cold front moved in, and the weather's not been as warm and sunny as it was. Still Spring-like, but more the cold and drizzly days you'd associate with early Spring, if you know what I mean. I hear there's a lot of that going around, since I've seen several other bloggers saying something similar. Some of them even suddenly got more snow, which I'm jealous of, and they aren't too happy about. Kelly says I wouldn't be so jealous of all their snow if I'd had that much myself. He's probably right.

Anyway, it got kind of stormy last Wednesday. It wasn't a nasty storm. Just a bit of rain, and enough wind you noticed it even with the windows closed. I wonder if that's why the pigeon decided to come hang out in our attic? Either way, he seems to have found his way back out again - I really hope he has, since I'd hate to think he got stuck up there; we can't hear or see him any more, so we're pretty sure he got back out OK - and gave us an excuse to offer a reminder to the landlords that the skylight still isn't fixed, despite the guys having been around doing work now for more than a month.

The landlords say they'll remind the guys to come do it, but nobody's come to do it yet. I really wish they'd actually get to all the jobs that need doing, not do one, promise to come back to do another, and fail to show up.