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Convalescing
One of the items on my ‘Things to do When I’m Home’ list, along with ‘cut hair’ and ‘find job’ was ‘get teeth out’. A few days before I left back in 2010, my dentist told me I needed to get one of my wisdom teeth out because it was growing sideways and was going to ’cause problems’. This wasn’t an ideal conversation to have three days before departure, and there was nothing to do except pack my x-ray so that when it all went to shit somewhere in Europe, I could show a dentist the x-ray and say, ‘get it out.’ It didn’t all go to shit too much, the monster-tooth just kept growing silently, menacingly, pushing my teeth over so it could fit in. Now the monster has come out, along with two other, less monstrous but still inconvenient comrades, and I am convalescing in bed with blackcurrant jelly. I am using this time wisely. I have Homeland, Dexter, Revenge and The Only Way is Essex to catch up on.
There were always going to be practical components, as well as the emotional, to this trip back home and I am just ticking them off, one by one. As much as I came back to clarify, to recharge, there were things to do, to get done, in order to ready myself for the next German chapter. A qualification to get, work, doctors to see about this little incident, teeth to pull. And when I get back over there, there will be the practical and the emotional again. A visa to get, integration courses to take. It’s a balance, like every other life, just in two countries and two languages.
So while I eat soft foods (the freezer is crammed with Cadbury ice cream) watch excellent TV and tick another thing off the practical list, you can look at these roses, cut fresh from the garden. Better than my swollen face.
MegsFitness
19 October, 2012 at 11:00 amLiv, having had my wisdom teeth out, as well, I feel your pain! I hope you can at least change out your gauze without to much embarrassment or drool 🙂
Liv
19 October, 2012 at 7:20 pmNo gauze, no drool, but a lot of salt water rinsing haha. I only had 3 out, maybe only 4 get the gauze!
amandaroederwrites
19 October, 2012 at 2:20 pmUggh! So sorry. 🙁 I had all four of mine out last January and blogged about the whole experience. Suffice it to say, it was not a high point of my life. Feel better soon!
Liv
19 October, 2012 at 7:19 pmUgh it isn’t fun, is it. Good news is now there are none left. Pass me the jelly.
Riayn
19 October, 2012 at 7:17 pmOuch! Ouch! Ouch! Another wisdom teeth extraction veteran sending you some virtual chocolate ice cream.
Liv
19 October, 2012 at 7:19 pmThank you! Shall add it to my ‘hip gold’!
this is lemonade
19 October, 2012 at 7:48 pmOuch! Hope the excuse to eat so much ice cream goes away soon 😛 Lovely lovely roses.Who’s to take credit for growing these beauties?
Liv
20 October, 2012 at 1:49 pmMy Mum! You should smell them … old fashioned, full-fragranced roses.
this is lemonade
20 October, 2012 at 11:00 pmThey look stunning. Old-fashioned is really a good description. They are not really found now I find. Pity!
winterlust
20 October, 2012 at 1:49 pmI just read part one of your hospital story in Germany, is there a part 2?
I hope your swelling goes down quickly, I remember looking like a chipmunk when I got mine out!
Liv
20 October, 2012 at 1:52 pmOh yes, there are a couple more parts!
http://a-biglife.com/2011/05/13/sweet-shrewd/
http://a-biglife.com/2011/05/15/youths-in-white-coats/
winterlust
20 October, 2012 at 2:10 pmInteresting read! Glad to hear your kidney was okay in the end!
cassmob
22 October, 2012 at 1:58 pmUgh, but those roses have to have made you feel better. My Dad used to grow that striped pink one in the first picture -donkey’s years ago. Can’t remember what it’s called..perhaps your parents can?
Liv
23 October, 2012 at 11:19 amFUNNY you say that because I am fairly certain that ‘breed’ is a German one! I shall ask Mum for its name.
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