The good, the bad and the ouchy

A few weeks ago I bit something slightly hard-ish, like maybe a piece of crusty bread, and winced.

It felt like a shard of the crust was jammed between my gum and my molar.

I couldn’t get my Pikster flossing brush in there, which I thought might be due to inflammation. So I electric toothbrushed the living daylights out of my molars and flossed vigorously over the days that followed, hoping that would fix it.

Two weeks later, food kept getting caught there, I felt occasional pain when chewing, and my Pikster still wouldn’t fit between my molars.

I finally decided to bite the bullet and book a dental appointment for Saturday morning.

The dentist did not deliver good news. A piece of my tooth had been sheared off and was embedded in my gum. A very unpleasant hour of dental work followed, together with the news I would need to return because another filling was loose, while a cavity had formed around a third filling.

I was feeling very sorry for myself as I drove up to the Northern Beaches to get my roots done. My hairdresser quickly reminded me that we all have our misfortunes. His included booking all 30 rooms, instead of just three, at a property on the Korean island of Jeju and being astronomically out of pocket as a result.

Ouch!

Then I headed to DD’s to review a bottle of wine I’d been sent by Just Wines: Gapsted Buffalo King Valley Pinot Gris 2024.

I’m not normally a Pinot Gris gal, I lean more towards a Chardy, but it hit the spot.

DD laid out some Jatz and cheese to have with the wine… and promptly broke the top off one of his molars while biting on a cracker.

Guess where he’s heading this morning?

And what are the odds of one of us getting a broken tooth fixed the same day the other one breaks one?

It didn’t stop us having a lovely evening together at our favourite local Italian restaurant. Then I made DD set the alarm for 6.30am on Sunday morning so we could watch the sunrise together at Avalon headland.

But the sky was grey and cloudy when we woke, so I let him go back to sleep while walked the dogs down to Newport Beach, where there was a glimmer of sun through the clouds.

We skipped breakfast to save ourselves for a roast lunch by the open fire at the Avalon Golf Club. The club has a lovely, shabby chic restaurant called the Royal Avalon. I chose the roast chicken and DD had the roast pork, which came with very impressive crackling.

Then I drove back down to my place to prepare for another week in the trenches at work, which kicks off with an 8.45am appointment to get my blocked ears vacuumed. Exciting!

Hope you had a good one.

Song of the day: REM “Everybody hurts”