Burst of productivity

A new week brings new motivation!

So far today I have:

1. registered to see a new counsellor at the university;
2. registered for a parking permit for next academic year;
3. attempted to pay for some gas and electricity I used in ghetto flat in May (long story, I might post it another time) but failed – nonetheless I tried;
4. started writing my project!

OK so now I’m writing here, but still, I’ve achieved more this morning that I did in the whole of last week.

Have a busy week ahead of me too.  I have to finish this project by tomorrow, then I’ll be back in Edinburgh Tuesday – Wednesday, on Thursday my long awaited sofa is being delivered (or at least it had better be, otherwise I’ll be firebombing Harvey’s furniture store for LYING blatantly about delivery times… they said it would take 3.5 weeks 2 months ago!), then on Friday, well, Friday will be my first day back in work WITHOUT BRACES!!!

I’m so excited!  I think Tuesday night I will be like a kid on Christmas Eve.

Anyway, back to work.

Perfect opportunity

Well I’m back in my sick-bed.  Recovery-bed.  Recovery-bean-bag actually.

My body decided that it didn’t like the metal screws and plates the surgeon used to reconstruct my jaw, so I had another operation on Friday to have them removed on one side, as an experiment, to see if I got less trouble.

It was day surgery this time, meant to be simple.  I had a new surgeon.  Mr K, the surgeon who originally fixed my face, works at another hospital now.  New Surgeon is rubbish.  I know this for three reasons:

1. the inside of my mouth is like mincemeat
2. I have more pain and swelling than last time
3. he didn’t come to see me after the procedure.  Probably because he knew I would ask WHY DOES THIS HURT SO MUCH??

The nurses, as always, were lovely.  They got me as many painkillers as they could and I took all of them.  I needed them.  I even needed the opiate painkillers I was prescribed (but never used) last time.

P drove me home afterwards.  Saturday was a write off.  On Sunday I managed a trip to the supermarket but only got as far as aisle 4 before I started to get dizzy.  Today I managed to drive but I also managed to pull one of the stitches in my mouth so I feel a bit sorry for myself.

Now in my PJs, drinking tea, watching nonsense on TV, realising that I have a perfect opportunity to post on my blog again.  I’ve got a couple of milestone events coming up and I thought it would be nice to document them.

Firstly, in one week and two days, I’m getting my braces taken off.  I’ll have to wear a retainer, but this will be removable.  My teeth will be free!

Secondly, I’m turning 30.  Thirty.  Three-oh.  Bloody hell.