Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Solveig wins

I am an absolute champion at not going to the dentist.
I do brush thoroughly & often, and use those high-tech toothpicks, so as not to have to go to the dentist, but even when I really need to go to the dentist, I don't.
Bits have been breaking off this one molar for years now, though without ever causing me any pain, and a couple years ago I let my dentist cover over the jagged parts with a crown. Then over the holidays the crown went, and at first it was ok but then it really hurt but it was the holidays and my dentist off work so I took lots of advil & etc and things calmed down on their own.
See? Just put things off and they take care of themselves.
Every now and then I'd get a twinge to remind me that, you know, normal people just make an appointment and go to the dentist.
Saturday evening (why is it always a Saturday evening, the maximum delay before dentist offices reopen?), my toothache was back with a vengance. 
Sunday: lots of ibuprofen, alternated with paracetamol. 
Monday: more pills, and the discovery that my dentist doesn't work Mondays. 
Tuesday: no way she can squeeze me in for a good hour's visit between two other patients, but by this time the pain has subsided to livable levels. 
Wednesday: I can actually wait on taking another advil. Perhaps I can cancel that 5pm appointment...
Nah, that would mean phoning. I'll just go.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Return of the beast

 it might look like a patch of dirt
 but I know better
the rhubarb is back

Tuesday, March 12, 2013


Yesterday one. Today three. Tomorrow the whole branch.

In June, a carpet of wild plums and their attendant wasps.

Monday, March 11, 2013

On its way

There will be spring. 
See, there it is, the first flower on the plum tree, the one closest to the house.
I hope the apricot holds off for a week or two - we are not done with frost.