I woke up at 10 a.m. After a sleepless night, when I went to bed at around 6 in the morning (it was already light outside), I sat down on the couch and kept working on that StatusesManager (there will be a separate article about it). Anyway, as usual I kept running off to do other things, so I didn’t make much progress on the development. At 1 p.m. I was so cold that I had to go lie down. I didn’t fall asleep because I didn’t want to, and at 1:30 p.m. I shot out of bed like ball lightning.
More + photos inside..
The thing is, in half an hour I was supposed to be at the dentist with my sis. I quickly pulled on my only jeans, the only “going to town” trousers I have (the other pair fell apart from endless washing and wearing), put on a flannel hoodie, and we were ready to go. Mim, who had just got back from Kaufland, didn’t have time to make the schnitzels anymore – today was our name day, so there was a festive lunch – potato salad and schnitzels, which were exceptionally good, and I nearly ate everyone else’s share too when I got back from the dentist (even though it was “no chewing for 2 hours, let alone tearing at that stringy meat”).
Since I didn’t want to go to the dentist hungry, I started coming up with the idea that I would walk to the dentist and let my sis go on her own. I was expecting an extraction anyway, and I hadn’t eaten anything yet today, so I probably wouldn’t have made it and would have fainted/died right there in his chair. Then it wouldn’t be a dentist’s chair anymore, but practically an electric one 😀 (no, I’m kidding, having teeth pulled on an empty stomach is nothing compared to someone being executed or, God forbid, tortured in an electric chair 🙁 ). We got there at 1:55 p.m., our appointment was at 2 p.m.
There were 2 older women in the waiting room. Both went into the surgery at the same time, but the first one only wanted to make an appointment. The second one was in there for about half an hour, and he was only drilling maybe one tooth. During that time, CR2 Vltava started playing the song Hallelujah by a performer I didn’t know – some woman, but it wasn’t Hana Horecka, who also sings it with different, much better, lyrics. I took out my latest book on the topic of “Life After Life” and read it.
Once again I learned lots of amazing things, for example about Poltergeists (Noisy Spirits), who could, for instance, throw a fridge/washing machine/TV/etc. across the whole room at people, kill cattle and animals by ripping out their throats and tearing out the larynx and other innards, or could set things on fire. After the woman left the surgery after the half hour I mentioned (of which at least 20 minutes were, as always, just chatting with her), I let my sis go first like a gentleman :D, because I didn’t want her to wait for me, and I would also sacrifice myself for her – if he then didn’t take me, I would just come another day and wait, so what, my teeth are a “wreck” anyway, or in other words the thing I’m most ashamed of about myself. But it can still be improved, well, nothing is lost, here is a hope that never dies :D.
After my sis he took me, and by then it was around 2:45 p.m. He didn’t chat with my sis. To start with, both the nurse and the dentist asked me the obligatory question of whether anything hurts or has hurt. I said it hurt about 2 months ago for about a week straight, but then it stopped. I also told him that I have one tooth that’s quite sensitive when I brush my teeth. Unfortunately, he sent the answer to my question somewhere into /dev/null (for those who don’t know Linux, it’s a kind of “black hole”) :D, so I didn’t find out anything.
Oh well, I’ll try again at the end. So he drilled 2 teeth, but put a filling in only one of them. I told him that I probably wouldn’t manage the extraction today, because I hadn’t eaten anything yet. Besides, there was already a guy with a little girl in the waiting room, so I didn’t want to hold things up. He had arrived while my sis was still in there. At the end, for the first time, he somehow removed tartar. Then he lowered the chair and I asked him what could be causing that tooth to be so sensitive. He said I have inflammation there and that it could be from that.
Sigh, I didn’t really believe it, I hadn’t noticed any inflammation, and when I’m not brushing my teeth I don’t even notice them. Now was my chance to ask him again about the sensitive tooth. He told me the same thing he told my sis – that I should buy Elmex at the pharmacy and apply it to my teeth once a week – supposedly it should help. While that older lady was still in there, they were talking about something with chlorine, which as far as I could make out was on the same topic, and the nurse said “it really helps”. But I probably heard it wrong, I didn’t even want to hear it, because it’s rude to listen to other people’s conversations.
And besides, it seemed to me like complete, utter, totally crazy nonsense, although, who knows :). I left the surgery at 3:20 p.m. That’s because the doctor, as always, sat down at the PC and was sorting something out there. I was glad that for so many minutes he didn’t put that “saliva ejector” in my mouth :D, but in the end I got it anyway :(. I had barely stepped out of the building when my sis drove up towards me with Mim. I got in, thinking they had come for me. But oops, Mim was going into town with my sis. But I told them that either I’d walk or they’d turn around, so Mim decided to drop me off at home.
Well, in the end they only dropped me off at the golf course, because Tit was washing the cars in front of the house and Mim didn’t want him to see them. At home I didn’t care about the “no chewing for 2 hours” and immediately had lunch and more food. Then I went downstairs and finally got the parsing working for both FB export formats, see 👻 This link died before ICQ did..
Now all that’s left is to finish the GUI and a few small things, the core of the program was already done – only the basics, of course, but good ones. Then they called me upstairs because Tit had finished washing the cars. 4 people sang – my sis’s boyfriend came too – to me and my dad. Then I blew out the candles on the cake and we started eating. The lunch was good considering it was (at least all the mayonnaise) from Poland, but the cake was something awful. Far too sweet, nothing but whipped cream, tacky bits of chocolate on top, no sponge base, and where there was some, it was the exact opposite of the whipped cream, so completely dry that even the oversweetness turned bitter on my tongue.
I picked it apart and left it at that. My sis, despite her objections that it was from Poland, ate it, and even finished first. Tit got a double version of the “dessert”. And that’s the end. Then I went downstairs and carried on programming again :). I was starting to feel happy that it was getting close to the finish. Oh, and then I also got about 5 sets of underwear, and tomorrow they’re going to buy me jeans at Tesco.
Some photos from it are here:
👻 This URL stopped leading anywhere long ago – the GPS lost its signal for good.