Crip Crap Crappadee Crap

You know how I said that the dark days are over?? Well, our survey said........NER-NERRRRRR (how do you write the buzzer for Family Fortunes?). The cold got progressively worse up to and over the weekend, and just to scatter those ickle sprinklies on top of the cherry on the cake; I then managed to get an infection in one of my teeth. On a positive note, the mind-altering pain occurring in my jaw region made me forget about my cold completely! I was an even more sorry sight than usual.
I was never happier to see a dentist in my life than Sunday mornings emergency appointment. I was prepared for an extraction or two; in fact, by that time I was quite willing for him to pull my head off and gouge out my brain if it helped dull the pain a little. He (and might I mention for the record that 'he' looked like the dentist equivalent of Doogie Howser) calmly said 'okay Mr. Blaydon, as we need to pinpoint the exact area of  the pain, I am going to apply pressure to each of your teeth in turn; if you experience any discomfort, please let me know.' As it turned out - when he hit the offending tooth - rather than tapping him on the shoulder, or perhaps whispering into his ear 'ewcuwe me my wear woy; wut you hawe wocawed va toof wiw ish corshig we va pain', moaning a little bit, or even screaming; I discovered that my method of communication of choice to 'let him know' was actually to shoot vertically out of the dentists chair, and suspend myself from the suspended ceiling (oh the irony) by my fingernails. A little extreme? Maybe, but I think you will agree it put my point across.
A hefty course of antibiotics later, I hopefully blog (verb?) you well on the road to a full recovery.
I do joke about it (after sufficient time has elapsed) but in all honesty my teeth have been a ticking time bomb (visions of a Tom and Jerry cartoon), and I have been heading for trouble for some time. In a weak defence, I do have issues with dentists. It's not fear - and I won't go into particulars in case you have just eaten - but I am not able to let them delve too deeply. It has put me off going, so I don't go unless disaster strikes. However I have discovered only recently that I am not alone, and there are options for me. SO, now I have been honest enough to confront the fact that I am overweight (and am doing something about it), it cannot stop there. If I carry on the way I am going I will end up with dentures before I turn 40. I have a nice smile, one which I use a lot, and I would like to use it in the knowledge that those pearly whites I see in the mirror are MY pearly whites. It may mean a fair bit of treatment under sedation; so be it. First appointment - consultation - on Thursday morning. I have no intention of renaming this blog 'Fat Man To Fit Man.......With Nice Teeth'; but I will keep you posted.
Speaking of which, I have not a baldy clue of what to expect at the weigh-in tonight. Over most of the last week my focus has been on bearing the pain; I am just relieved not to be in so much of it! Whatever the scales of doom show tonight I need to re-focus now; May - and the Manchester 10k) is still some way off, but I need to be working my way (back to you babe.......with a burning' love insiiiiiiiiide......) up to 10km fairly soon. I am certainly getting serious about it as I have bought myself one of those drinking bottles shaped in a ring so you can hold on to it while you run. That and the bright orange running shoes........what more do I need!!......
.....don't answer that......