Liz Going On

I wrote this elsewhere on Friday night, but think I’ll put this here too…

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My wisdom tooth has been a little annoying for a couple of years. Getting it removed was on my to-do list, but things like exams and work have got in the way. Last friday it got sore, really sore, so I started antibiotics and then saturday my face swole up.

All week its been sore, but it had got a little better. Thankfully the swelling went down, as I did look rather ridicuolus! I had made a dental appointment made for today, as it didn’t seem bad enough to miss work, and I’ve been on call all week.

Anyway, the dentist cancelled my appt as he is poorly, but I went and waited. The dentist scared me a little saying he wasn’t a good dentist, it was God who helped him and that most dentists wouldn’t take this out and would refer onto the hospital, but I decided to get it sorted once and for all (as I’ve got an important exam viva in three weeks) and I went for the extraction.

The first block he performed didn’t work and combined with the above comments I have to admit I was rather aprehensive. The second was so deep I was very numb, but he managed to dig out then pull the tooth. Magic! It got sore this afternoon when the local wore off, but lots of ibuprofen and paracetamol worked and its ok now. But I’m working the night shift tonight, probably not the cleverest thing to but needs must and I’m so glad the naughty tooth has gone and I didn’t have to have sedation or a GA.

The dentist didn’t even give me a sticker. I think I was quite brave.

Stolen from Rosy.

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The incidence increases with increasing maternal age and the majority (<90%) have an extra chromosone 21 because of non-disjunction at the time of gamete formation.

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I’m sure none of you found that gripping. Anyone care to know what book its from?

Twittering is easier than blogging.

It takes less time. But less people read it.

I’ve had a wisdom tooth out. At the dentist. I was VERY brave. It still hurts.

I’ve bought a suit for the exam. I want the exam to go away, by magic.

Its cold. The duvet is warm. Bed is nice.

If you want to find me on twitter. I was going to call myself ‘flamingboobs’ and then I considered ‘lizisgrumpy’ but I stayed safe with ‘lizgoingon’

I passed the two written exams. Hurrah!

Now its head down for the London bit. Its only three weeks away! AARghhhh

Its Tuesday today.  All day I’ve thought it should be Wednesday. I’m not sure why.

I’m eating a scone and its very nice. Tesco’s finest, I do believe.

Its been a nice weekend, although ‘flipping cold’ to quote someone near to me.  I seem to have slept a lot and I’m still knackered. I’ve also done chores and things, including swim. The pool was quite quiet on Saturday, which was really nice. I was sharing a lane with a nice Asian gentleman, and his pool etiquette was straight out of Debrettes.

Alison was here, I saw some cool fireworks in Albert square, I ate pizza. I didn’t drink on two nights out.  I’ve not drunk much for ages. I must be getting old. I’m not sure why I’m not drinking at the moment, I just don’t want to. But that’s ok. We went to a Chinese buffet and the Frog and Bucket (that was excellent too).

New school is old school (sorry for crypticness, you know what I mean). Old school is good, but I seem to be working very hard. But I’m happy.

Singing is good. I want to do more of it. But work prevents that.

Exam results in 5 days. I’m scared. Scared of passing and even more scared of failing. Its rubbish.

Hello everyone.

My last post came across a little more unhindged that I planned. Thank you to those who emailed/messaged/thought about me. I guess I do have quite a high level of stress around at the moment, but there’s not much I can do to change it so I’m trying to keep positive and keep things in proportion. Of course, that’s not always possible and perhaps I shouldn’t be let near a computer when I’m annoyed!

Anyway. I’m now twittering. Well, not right now, as I’m blogging, but I do twitter. I considered flamingboobs and Lizisgrumpy but I decided that I should keep things simple, with lizgoingon. So feel free to follow me there, or not, if you have better things to do.

Time to play with some money and then sleep. Its newschool again tomorrow.

I’m a bit miserable today. I should have had such a lovely day but its a bit shit really.  I was tired, but didn’t sleep very well and had to get up to track down plumber.  The heating and hot water broke last week, and lovely Andrew fixed the heating but the hot water is still not hot.  So I phoned a nice man who is hopefully coming later. 

10 days ago the national gas people wrote me a letter telling me I was getting a new meter today and I had to be in. So I stayed in, like a good girl, and waited. At three o clock I phoned them to find when they would be coming, as I’d waited 6 hours already, and I got cut off by their automated system twice, once after it told me that they would be coming and I should just wait. I finally spoke to someone with a pulse who said that they weren’t coming today afterall.

I got angry. 

And annoyed.  They’d told me to be in, they’d given me no choice as to when it was going to be, and I’d stayed in and waited for them. And then they don’t even have the courtesy to let me know that they’re not coming. I shouted a bit, and was very annoyed. I’ve officially complained. And refused to make an appointment until they’ve sorted out my complaint.  I’m not sure what I want from them, a proper apology at least. 

I asked what would happen if they didn’t change my meter. The girl said it would stop working one day and then they’d have to come and fix it within four hours as there would be no gas.  I expect I shall just wait till that day comes.

And now I find out that its not beerfest this week, its next week. When I looked for the date, it def said this week. And I’ve got choir on the week its on, so won’t get there till all the beer and glasses have gone. Grump again.

I know what the matter is really, and why I’m getting so annoyed/upset about little things. I’m stressed.  Work over the weekend wasn’t very nice, and I’m waiting for exam results and I should still be revising but I’m struggling, and I’m stressed about buying a house and moving.

Hopefully by Christmas it’ll all be ok. But I’d like to be less stressed before then please.

Looking at brighter things, I’ve made a lasagna for tea and it looks a nice one. And I may even have hot water to wash up with later on…..