I could have danced all night
The last few days have been a pain, literally. When I get stressed I grind my teeth, and when I get cold I grit my teeth, so the combination of work being manic and the heating not working has played havoc with my teeth. Over the weekend I knew I had an abcess, I tied all the usual methods of allieviating the pain, but 8.30 Monday morning saw me sitting poised with the phone ready to plead with my dentist to remove the offending dentition, or at least put me on antibiotics, he chose the medication route. It's loads better now.
Christmas shopping yesterday was a disaster, walked for hours, trawled in and out of shops, and hardly made a dent in the list.
Last night was the community midwives Christmas meal, and I wasn't driving. Hurrah. I had a great night, well from what I remember I had a great night. Lots and lots of dancing, a belly dancing contest, I did refuse to enter it but you know how it is, one minute you're sitting there looking forward to laughing at people, and the next you're one of the people being laughed at, but I was rewarded with champagne and thats when things become a bit fuzzy. I blame the antibiotics and ibuprofen, or should I say thank them, 'cos it was a great night!
Dreading going to work. Job-share has been off for two weeks holiday, came back and did half day Sunday, then took two days extra leave, and is now going to G.P with stress, caused by family problems, and has warned me that she may be off until after Xmas. On the one hand I feel really sorry for her, on the other I am selfishly thinking about the extra workload.
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(7.12.05 16:40) Dinner sounds fun. Wish I'd been a fly on the wall! |