Feeling sorry for himself ...

So the old person has had this dental appointment he has been waiting weeks for. He chipped his tooth at the beginning of February, and instead of going to the dental hospital and getting it seen to immediately, opted to go to a clinic in Ingleburn about 10 kms away by car. So they say he can have an appointment. They would write and let him know. So after three weeks his letter duly arrived and gave him today as the date. He was like "WTF" why so long? Because it is a government free clinic. Still this is the old person, isn't it?

So the big day dawns and I am not going with him! (him: WTF not?)

So he gets back in less than an hour, face all drooping, a grotty sponge hanging from his mouth. They pulled it out. They had actually offered to fix it, because it is near the front of his mouth, but he is convinced a filling will fall out. So he has this huge hole in his gum. Yuk. Oh, yes, I have to look at it, he insists. Cuts up one of the new hankies I bought him just in case it bleeds.
Luckily he slept most of the afternoon and did not moan and groan about it - which is unusual enough. But he had to get up sooner or later. He can't have anything too hot or too cold, paracetamol and not asprin because asprin thins the blood (maybe that is what is wrong with him - an OD of asprin at some time in his life - lol).

Then it turns out that he has more dental work booked because they want to fix some other teeth. I guess at his age if they can keep him going with his own teeth he will be alot better off. But they are also talking about giving him a plate for other missing teeth. So he is quite excited about all of this.

I almost feel sorry for him in his pain. The problem with people like the old person is that they moan so much and feel so sorry for themselves that there is no point in anyone else feeling sorry for them, they have enough of their own.

Anyhoooo ...

Parcel came in the mail today. It was a CD of Benny Goodman. 1930's Jazz. For me and the Boys from the great grandpa. (Okay, he is my dad, but he is GG to the boys). So we are going to have some real jazz to listen too and appreciate.

I have done quite a few pages of scrapbooking these last few days. There has been what might be termed a back log of UFO's and new pages to get on with so once I have finished I will take photos and post them. The main problem now seems to be what journalling I will include.

hasta la vista ...