It's only Wednesday and already its been a week of ups and downs here.
On Monday I travelled to Brisbane for the culmination of six months of (often painful) dental work and healing: the fitting of my new front tooth.
Not only am I now free of the denture that I’ve hated this whole time, but the dentists have done a wonderful job in the restoration. I was so thrilled at the result I felt like spinning Maria-style down the Queen Street Mall while singing “the hills are alive with the sound of music”. Of course, I didn't realise that at that same moment Lady Gaga was doing the same at the Oscars. For the record, after paying the final bill, my version would definitely been more poor nun that Hollywood glamour.
It was impossible to wipe the smile off my face. Until yesterday.
Yesterday I fell in a hole. Not one of those figurative holes that are dark but squishy so as to not leave any permanent marks. I fell in a literal hole. Worn by ex-TC Marcia over the weekend, one of the boards on the veranda gave way until my foot and I plummeted one leg through the deck until no more of my ample thigh would fit.*
It hurt. You know how when you drop something on your toe and you string all the swear words you know into one almighty curse? There was none of that. My leg was screaming so much, my brain couldn't form words. All I managed was owwwww.
It took me a while to retrieve the lower part of my leg from under the veranda. Seems without gravity pushing my 80 kilos at 9.8 m/sec2 my knee wouldn’t fit back through the hole. A few more goes saw my leg freed and I invested a lot of the holy-crap-there’s-only-forty-hours-until-we-leave-for New Zealand like this.
I’ve woken up much better this morning. I can catch up on the packing and I’m wearing a long dress to the wedding, so no one will see my killer bruise! I’m calling it a lucky escape.
how is your week progressing?
what did you think of Lady Gaga’s Sound of Music?
* This whole hole incident has made me grateful for the ample thighs I’ve spent most of my adult years trying to slim. If I’d had Hollywood thighs like Lady Gaga, I’d likely have spend yesterday afternoon pulling splinters out of my vajayjay.