I’m having a broken tooth extracted at the dental department of the Norfolk and Norwich Hospital this afternoon. I don’t expect to be feeling too sharp afterwards, so I need to get a few things done before leaving the house for my appointment.
First and foremost, the dog needs to be walked, so I wrap up well (it’s still chilly out there) and take her for a leisurely stroll around the field by the village hall.
Next on the agenda is a basketful of logs for the fire this evening. This is an easy win – I have a stack of logs that I split the other day, just waiting to be carried indoors.
It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow, so I drive to North Walsham to get some flowers and a card for my wonderful wife – I definitely won’t have an opportunity to get anything later on.
I have a shave, brush my teeth and change my shirt (a red t-shirt in case the dental surgeon gets blood on it) before my wife arrives home to take me to hospital.
The operation goes smoothly and quickly and is relatively painless. I wasn’t nervous about having the tooth extracted, but I guess the adrenaline must have been flowing – my tremor went through the roof when the surgeon was injecting me with local anaesthetic, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. I even had tremor in my right side (especially my right arm) which is very unusual these days. By the time the anaesthetic has taken effect, though, things have settled down a little, and I’m no longer conscious of shaking.
I’m back home in Southrepps less than 3 hours after my operation, drinking lukewarm carrot and coriander soup with soggy toast croutons – delicious!
My wife takes the dog for a walk while I light the fire – our day is done, apart from an episode of Suits on Netflix.