Working from home sounds like a doss. But it's not. It makes it easy to work silly hours. Not what you want on a Friday night.
Today's menu:
Bananas, soup, sandwiches and chocolate throughout the day.
Sunday, 17 April 2016
Day 39 – Ready For The Weekend
I worked from home today. I think the week and journey had taken its toll.
Working from home sounds like a doss. But it's not. It makes it easy to work silly hours. Not what you want on a Friday night.
Today's menu:
Bananas, soup, sandwiches and chocolate throughout the day.
Working from home sounds like a doss. But it's not. It makes it easy to work silly hours. Not what you want on a Friday night.
Today's menu:
Bananas, soup, sandwiches and chocolate throughout the day.
Day 38 – Colourblind
Today was an orthodontic day.
I was hoping that this would be the last photo of me with elastics.
I was hoping that this would be the last photo of me with elastics.
Thankfully,enough range of motion had returned for the orthodontist to be able to get in and replace the bracket that had been knocked off during surgery. It transpired that there were actually two, and they hadn't come off completely. One ended up pinging across the clinic, nearly taking out the nurse.
As I was having the blue light shone on my teeth to set the glue, it dawned on my that after eight years and countless bracket fittings and replacements, this would probably be the last time I ever have that done.
What's more, I was able to go back to coloured ties on the bottom brackets. I had had metal ties for the last few months, so it was good to have the aqua blue ones back.
It wasn't fantastic news on the elastic front. I can't say goodbye to them completely, but I've been able now to swap the blue elastics for the much-weaker green elastics.
I didn't think it would feel so beautiful, but it does.
The next appointment is in two weeks and it will be a joint clinic with maxfax. Exciting. And the braces could be off in six to eight weeks! Or 12 weeks, to be on the safe side. But it should be "before summer", whenever summer actually is in Britain.
In other news, my train journey back to London was epic.
Today's menu;
Big breakfast (sausage, egg, mushroom, beans, toast) for breakfast.
Cottage pie for tea.
Day 37 – Could It Be Magic?
I've realised what the main reason for my difficulties in getting up of the mornings.
I have to sleep with the pillows propped up, so that I am almost sitting upright. Obviously, this isn't ideal, so I guess the quality of my sleep is pretty poor at the moment. The reason why I have to prop myself up is to help the swelling drain away to my neck. On the few nights where I have slept reasonably flat, I've woken up with the swelling exacerbated – especially around my cheekbones and eyes. Tiredness and a pronounced double-chin seem to be a price worth paying.
I've got an orthodontist appointment tomorrow, so I've had to go back to Walsall. Fortunately, the hospital know I have to travel a long way and they understand how ridiculous it is that the NHS cannot cope with someone moving away, so they slot me in at the end of the clinic.
Hopefully, I'll be able to open my mouth wide enough for the braces to be adjusted. Then I should be able to get rid of these wretched elastics.
The mother was pleased to see me when I got in. She's almost forgotten that just over one month ago, I was bed-ridden with blood pouring out of my mouth, unable to eat, and with a head almost as broad as my shoulders. It's almost magic. Speaking of magic, I got a sticker from a magician today. It's a long story...
Today's menu:
Banana for breakfast.
Pesto chicken and chips for lunch.
Big Breakfast sandwich and Wotsits for tea.
Turkey sandwich for supper.
I have to sleep with the pillows propped up, so that I am almost sitting upright. Obviously, this isn't ideal, so I guess the quality of my sleep is pretty poor at the moment. The reason why I have to prop myself up is to help the swelling drain away to my neck. On the few nights where I have slept reasonably flat, I've woken up with the swelling exacerbated – especially around my cheekbones and eyes. Tiredness and a pronounced double-chin seem to be a price worth paying.
I've got an orthodontist appointment tomorrow, so I've had to go back to Walsall. Fortunately, the hospital know I have to travel a long way and they understand how ridiculous it is that the NHS cannot cope with someone moving away, so they slot me in at the end of the clinic.
Hopefully, I'll be able to open my mouth wide enough for the braces to be adjusted. Then I should be able to get rid of these wretched elastics.
The mother was pleased to see me when I got in. She's almost forgotten that just over one month ago, I was bed-ridden with blood pouring out of my mouth, unable to eat, and with a head almost as broad as my shoulders. It's almost magic. Speaking of magic, I got a sticker from a magician today. It's a long story...
Today's menu:
Banana for breakfast.
Pesto chicken and chips for lunch.
Big Breakfast sandwich and Wotsits for tea.
Turkey sandwich for supper.
Day 36 – Turning Japanese
I had to go to another office today. Which meant I had to go to the river again.
I had lunch with the guys from that office. We went to Wagamama's, so it was my third Japanese post-surgery. I've probably chewed more Japanese meals than I have roast dinners. Which is some achievement.
Astonishingly, not everyone in the other office reads this blog! People were aware that I had had my jaw broken, but didn't know why. They were a bit shocked to discover that I wanted the breakages to happen. It's a stark contrast with the guy who also had titanium plates fitted the same day as me, but for an accident.
Today's menu:
Banana for breakfast.
Wagamama Number 22 for lunch.
Chicken sandwich for tea.
I had lunch with the guys from that office. We went to Wagamama's, so it was my third Japanese post-surgery. I've probably chewed more Japanese meals than I have roast dinners. Which is some achievement.
Astonishingly, not everyone in the other office reads this blog! People were aware that I had had my jaw broken, but didn't know why. They were a bit shocked to discover that I wanted the breakages to happen. It's a stark contrast with the guy who also had titanium plates fitted the same day as me, but for an accident.
Today's menu:
Banana for breakfast.
Wagamama Number 22 for lunch.
Chicken sandwich for tea.
Day 35 – I Keep Going To The River
I had to pick up my nasal spray today.
I love this view from the bridge.
Strangely, I didn't sneeze when I took the nasal spray. I appear to have lost the ability to sneeze.
Today's menu:
Banana for breakfast.
Something Chinese for lunch.
Chicken sandwich for tea.
1. I know, I cringed when I wrote it.
I love this view from the bridge.
My hair is beyond a joke now, but I'm still not sure what to do with it that would suit my new jawline. The old parting towards the right is like a ghost of my old face1.
Strangely, I didn't sneeze when I took the nasal spray. I appear to have lost the ability to sneeze.
Today's menu:
Banana for breakfast.
Something Chinese for lunch.
Chicken sandwich for tea.
1. I know, I cringed when I wrote it.
Day 34 – Lazy Day
Not much to report today. I was still knackered, so spent the day doing laundry and boring stuff like that.
On a less boring note, you may have noticed that a lot of my blogposts have titles that reference songs. I'm going to start linking to them. It may be a good game. Starting now.
Today's menu:
Banana for brunch.
Irish stew for tea.
Day 33 – Fire
I got up pretty late today. The week must've worn me out.
It was the Grand National today. Thankfully, the race was an hour later than usual this year. I only just about managed to get the newspaper, conduct my analysis, and put my bets on in time for the race. I didn't win.
Tonight, I went for a Japanese BBQ with the lads. It was pretty spectacular, even if the pork did nearly set fire to the chopsticks.
At one point, I was attempting to make a reasonably serious point about something, but my mate sat opposite was laughing. He's a bit weird, so I normally ignore him when he acts like a child. Then, all of a sudden, he starts crying. That's pretty odd, even for him.
It turns out that there had been a huge lump of rice on my chin that I hadn't noticed, but was causing much hilarity. Apparently, it then fell off, causing hysteria.
I moaned yesterday about how people react to food being on my chin: This is genuinely different, and actually quite funny.
I expected something like that to happen, so dressed in dark clothes to mask any soy sauce stains.
Unfortunately, my Japanese language skills were unsuccessful with the waitress. I blame the elastics.
Today's menu:
Banana for breakfast.
Epic Japanese BBQ for tea. Lots of red meat for my recovery.
It was the Grand National today. Thankfully, the race was an hour later than usual this year. I only just about managed to get the newspaper, conduct my analysis, and put my bets on in time for the race. I didn't win.
Tonight, I went for a Japanese BBQ with the lads. It was pretty spectacular, even if the pork did nearly set fire to the chopsticks.
At one point, I was attempting to make a reasonably serious point about something, but my mate sat opposite was laughing. He's a bit weird, so I normally ignore him when he acts like a child. Then, all of a sudden, he starts crying. That's pretty odd, even for him.
It turns out that there had been a huge lump of rice on my chin that I hadn't noticed, but was causing much hilarity. Apparently, it then fell off, causing hysteria.
I moaned yesterday about how people react to food being on my chin: This is genuinely different, and actually quite funny.
I expected something like that to happen, so dressed in dark clothes to mask any soy sauce stains.
Unfortunately, my Japanese language skills were unsuccessful with the waitress. I blame the elastics.
Today's menu:
Banana for breakfast.
Epic Japanese BBQ for tea. Lots of red meat for my recovery.
Totemo oishideshita!
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