Things and Stuff
Hoo-whee. It's been a busy old week (again).
First things first. I'm out from under my covers and I'm just back from a trip to the dentist.
Austin Powers has gone, and Teeny has returned. Woot!
I walked out of the dentist with a smile on my face today, for the first time in about three years. Despite my sore, bleeding gums and numb mouth, I actually smiled. I'm sure I was a pretty sight. Perhaps that's why children were hiding behind their mothers and saying 'mummy, I'm scared' when they saw me.
As I walked back up to the road, with a spring in my step, I could have started singing Zippity Doo Dah and doing that jumpy, heel-clicky thing. I maybe would have if my dentist wasn't in such a rough area, where exuberant singing of show tunes gets you, at best, a sovvy ring in the teeth, at worst, slashed. For the last three years I've been self-conscious of my teeth to the point where most people probably think I'm a miserable cow who never cracks a smile. But the feeling today of finally looking normal again, was worth all the traipsing back and forth to the dentist, the root fillings, the root canal surgery and, yes, even the Austin Powers temporary crowns.
So I'm very happy with my new wallies (which is a good scots word for teeth, Timbo!). I feel ready to face my public now.
Another significant development, which I'm afraid is wedding related - I had my first dress fitting on Saturday. Apart from it being too long (because I am short) it fitted me perfectly. And when I say perfectly, I do mean waist-cinchingly, bust-flatteringly, perfect.
And I still love it. I was worried that I was going to have gone off it as I couldn't remember exactly what the dress was like (which, I know, what a rubbish bride I am, other girls would have every last detail etched in their memory from the moment they first saw it. But not me). So that was a relief, because my mum has already paid for it.
I did end up buying different shoes, shoes that are not evil foot-munching bear traps, so I have to go back for a second fitting tomorrow.
But that's ok cause I get to play dressing up again.
First things first. I'm out from under my covers and I'm just back from a trip to the dentist.
Austin Powers has gone, and Teeny has returned. Woot!
I walked out of the dentist with a smile on my face today, for the first time in about three years. Despite my sore, bleeding gums and numb mouth, I actually smiled. I'm sure I was a pretty sight. Perhaps that's why children were hiding behind their mothers and saying 'mummy, I'm scared' when they saw me.
As I walked back up to the road, with a spring in my step, I could have started singing Zippity Doo Dah and doing that jumpy, heel-clicky thing. I maybe would have if my dentist wasn't in such a rough area, where exuberant singing of show tunes gets you, at best, a sovvy ring in the teeth, at worst, slashed. For the last three years I've been self-conscious of my teeth to the point where most people probably think I'm a miserable cow who never cracks a smile. But the feeling today of finally looking normal again, was worth all the traipsing back and forth to the dentist, the root fillings, the root canal surgery and, yes, even the Austin Powers temporary crowns.
So I'm very happy with my new wallies (which is a good scots word for teeth, Timbo!). I feel ready to face my public now.
Another significant development, which I'm afraid is wedding related - I had my first dress fitting on Saturday. Apart from it being too long (because I am short) it fitted me perfectly. And when I say perfectly, I do mean waist-cinchingly, bust-flatteringly, perfect.
And I still love it. I was worried that I was going to have gone off it as I couldn't remember exactly what the dress was like (which, I know, what a rubbish bride I am, other girls would have every last detail etched in their memory from the moment they first saw it. But not me). So that was a relief, because my mum has already paid for it.
I did end up buying different shoes, shoes that are not evil foot-munching bear traps, so I have to go back for a second fitting tomorrow.
But that's ok cause I get to play dressing up again.
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Congrats on both the teeth and the dress, Teeny! :)
So glad to hear you were smiling today, Teeny.
Hurrah for new teeth!
I once had a "routine" extraction, resulting in two different dentists wrenching around in my gums for an hour, and six stitches. On my way to the taxi rank I popped in past a supermarket and realised everyone was staring at me. Then that I was dripping blood all down my numb face like a vampire. Attractive.
I always thought "wallies" meant dentures...
Oh, a good day all round! Joy. I'd see just how much those teeth can take and crack open a bottle of wine, if I were you...
Ooh... well done on mentioning your teeth in a way that didn't make me want to pass out!
Hope the dress fitting went well today.
You have a bust?
Hooray for the honeymoon ;-)
Yeah :D (that smile is you btw)
YAY!!!!!!!!!!
Perfect teeth, perfect dress.
Tis MARVELLOUS
Well done Teeny - keep smiling.
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