Kai appears to have quite enjoyed his Computing exam, yesterday...
Having problems with 123-reg at the moment. Last week the BCAP Virtual Museum went down - took me a couple of days to convince them it wasn't working - and while it is now fixed, neither Ken nor I can get the email or ftp working. I have no idea what they've done. It wasn't us, we've made no changes to it since before Yule. That took up most of the morning.
This afternoon was the first of 3 or 4 visits to the dental hospital. Feeling a little... not worried, exactly, but not exactly sanguine about the whole thing, and having a couple of complete heroin heads on the bus was not exactly the best way to start the trip. Forget images of broken eggs, just use this pair as a reason not to do drugs. They had the attention spans of the average goldfish. (Harmless enough though, and so out of it they'd have fallen over it you just breathed on them.) And what happened when I got into the hospital (after the 25 minute wait to be seen, that is)?
They couldn't find my notes from my last visit with the consultant.
[headdesk] Well of course they couldn't, this is me we're talking about. Apparently they have a six-week backlog at the moment. Someone did go off in search of them but never arrived back (I think it's the Tf haunting continuing, myself: while standing waiting to make the next appointments I heard one of the staff say they didn't supervise 'Cons...). But at least my x-ray was on the system so I didn't need to have another taken.
So the first couple of minutes were taken up by me repeating what I told the consultant last time. Then the very nice young (what's that they say about age and policemen? Like that) doctor explained that this visit was just to take impressions of my teeth.
Ick. Foul tasting squidgy bright pink goo on both top (had to purse my lips for that) and bottom (had to stick out my tongue for that bit. No, no idea why), and then a line of something white along my bottom teeth which was to show the position of my bite when my mouth is relaxed. And all this just to make a denture that I sincerely hope will never be needed...
Anyway, I have two 90 minute appointments in Feb, for them to remove the old root canal filling, clear out any pockets of bacteria and the site of the old infection, and possibly do something that to me sounds like they're going to enlarge the hole to make sure the filling completely fills it. Or something. I was feeling a bit light-headed by then. What happens at the second appt will rather depend on what they find during the first, and whether the tooth can be saved, I think.
So another month of painkillers, oh joy.
Just keep reminding me it'll be worth it in the long run, to be out of pain for the next however many years...
For the uninitiated, 'Cons is the short form of Decepticons...
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Joules *Dances with Haddock* Taylor
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