I am a Rock

The plan was to be stoic, to see if all that pain was just as a result of trauma to my mouth. This morning, I decided, we’d take the first fifteen minutes as an indicator of what happened next: waking without painkillers, my jaw ached, in the exact same way it has since all this started. Drinking tea made it ache more, as did eating. Then, a swig of tepid water set every nerve in my mouth jangling.

Sitting in the Dentist’s waiting room, a man opposite me asked if I was alright. Admitting that the place made me nervous, it did. That’s not true now. I’ll have no issues going into that place again in the future. The dentist was amazed I’d managed eight days, and agreed that extraction was the answer… except, my tooth was not immediately keen to be removed. Twitter told that story this morning.

I realise now it MIGHT have been a bungalow, but the memory of such things is hazy. Mr Power however remains an irish powerhouse. The tooth cracked on the way out, you can see the marks where the surgical pliers used were holding on. The relief on extraction, I will admit, was considerable. It’s sitting opposite me now, like some bizzare octopod. That filling goes 6mm in, and that’s why it would never have stopped hurting.

However, the biggest takeaway from all of that is something important took place today. Nobody shouted at me for getting upset, it was okay to cry and the space given to react was, it has to be said, joyous. If I didn’t know better I’d say I was in shock. The sensations are certainly comparable to when its happened in the past. Being able not only to deal with the trauma but realise that as that was tooth was pulled I was back where my original issues with dentistry took place is… 


Yeah. Needs time to process, and as I can’t exercise until tomorrow because the wound site is HUGE? Lots of time for that. Just no tea. That’s a killer. Nothing hot until tomorrow.

All the cold water I can drink though is good enough.

Better Days

I’ve been suffering from the after-effects of the arm injury for a while. Having had to over-compensate with my right side for a few weeks, getting everything back to a) normal and b) balanced has been a bit stressful. Also, having shifted emphasis to core work for a bit whilst arm returns to previous levels of fitness means that shortcomings in hips and back became more pronounced. A week’s worth of discomfort from pulling a lower back muscle was finally sorted yesterday, highlighting how tight my left hip had become. That’s a long-term issue that stems from an injury almost twenty years ago.

Finally, blissfully this morning, my hip clicked back into place.


The temptation now is to throw myself back into full-on exercise, but instead there’ll be a nice long walk to the Gym shortly, followed by lots of stretching. The reason why the back got fucked this time last week was thinking I could do more than was actually possible, then pushing myself past a safe limit. Slow and steady has always won this race, and therefore it is back to the routine, just with a little less enthusiasm.

This will at least help quell rising panic over the large number of organised bike rides I’m about to become a part of in the next month :D