Tooth Part III

I’m still not sure if it was a cunning ploy, or she was just being open and honest with me, but my dentist scared the bejesus out of me today.

When I first went to the dentist three weeks ago, I was in so much pain (abscess) that she could have done anything and it would have been an improvement (and she did – sorting the problem with one big injection of anesthetic, much prodding & poking , draining the abscess and prescribing antibiotics).

Today I was back for the permanent solution.  I was pain free as I trudged through the drizzle to the surgery with much more reluctance than before. Then, I was hopefully going from big pain to much less pain, today I knew I’d be leaving in more pain than I arrived.

I’d been offered the choice of root canal surgery, which she had explained only had a 50/50 chance of success, or having the tooth out.  I had opted for the latter.

As my dentist invited me to take to the chair, she began filling my head with a tail of woe: “I’ve seen the x-ray, its not going to be an easy extraction. The roots are long, some root may get left in, might have to have some bone removed.” This was not what I wanted to hear. “If it goes wrong, I can refer you to hospital. We’ll need a lot of anesthetic”

She gave me a big injection of pain killer. Then she gave me some more.

As my mouth began to freeze, and before I turned into a complete dribbling wreck, I instructed her to do what she had to do. I remembered the pain of a few weeks back, and anything would be better than  that.

She set to work. Pushing,  prodding, pulling. Five minutes (probably more like two) she stood back and said “that’s it.”

Initially, I wasn’t sure if she meant it, but she did. I couldn’t adequately express my gratitude – a combination of a numb face and a mouth full of gauze to stem the blood rendered speech pretty much impossible, so I put my thumbs up, tried to smile but couldn’t (that frozen face again) and shuffled out of her surgery – despite her now being one of my favourite ever people (I was in so much pain a few weeks ago) I hope to not darken her door again for some time.

A few hours later, the anesthetic has worn off, I describe myself as “in discomfort” rather than in pain, a bloody, tangy taste in my mouth, but hopefully on the mend to full dental health.

100 years

Yesterday,  1st April 2018, marked the 100th Anniversary of the formation of the RAF

A life time ago, I did my bit for Queen and Country and, whilst I faced nothing more threatening than a dodgy kebab in downtown Adana, Turkey, I’m proud to have been one of the boys in blue.

Little photographic evidence still exists of my service, but Carl Smeaton – a former brother in arms – posted the one of us emerging from the CS gas chamber. Somehow, he is smiling as if he enjoyed the experience, I’m the one in the background, suffering. I never did like it when we played soldiers. This would have been taken whilst we were on 137 IOT (Initial Officer Training) We were part of (the notoriously tough) D Squadron.

The next photo was taken at Incirlik Air Force Base, Turkey, where I, a fresh faced Flight Lieutenant, can be seen briefing the top brass (whilst wearing a natty pair of shorts.) I used to go to Incirlik for 3 weeks at a time every few months, whilst JEngO on 101 Squadron, as part of Op. Warden – a joint US, UK, French & Turkish mission to enforce the no fly zone over Northern Iraq following the first gulf war. 101 Sqn had x2 VC10 tankers permanently stationed in Turkey.

And the last photo shows me playing football for RAF College Cranwell against the German Air Force. Can’t remember the score.

Tooth Ache

Pic of the week 18/3/18

This week’s entry should have all been about my new role as AHOY – Assistant Head of Year – which after much delay, and a couple of interviews, I secured this week.

But no, its been overshadowed by tootache.  Bloomin’ painful toothache.

I know that my teeth have been in a shocking state for some time – I had meant to put going to the dentist as one of my goals, aims and targets for the year – but I’ve been lucky: despite being cracked and coloured, they’ve not caused me too many problems. Until now.

First hint came on Tuesday night. I’d been for a swim and I suspect that this was enough to trigger a little cold that’s been going ’round. I have noticed that when I get a cold now it does also hurt in my back left lower tooth – the one that is cracked is barely half a tooth.

By Wednesday evening, it was hurting on and off, enough to dig out the dentist forms and send Becky off to register me a the local practice.  However, I was pretty confident that once I shook of the cold, all would be well again.

Woke at circa 2 am Friday to Saturday night and it was killing. Eventually popped a few pills and fell to sleep.  Saturday day was not too bad. Refereed on Saturday afternoon – absolutely freezing:  temp around zero, with strong wind chill thrown in.  Couldn’t feel my face for most of the afternoon. After the game, thawing out, look in the mirror and I had a huge lump under my left jaw. Not good. Once I warmed up, may tooth/jaw really began to hurt.

Undoubtedly an infection, but my general tiredness didn’t help.   Again, 2 am last night I awoke with a deep throbbing pain.  Popped the pills and back to sleep.  Still hurt this morning, have now got myself quite a collection of oral health products.  Had a little snooze which helped.

And then I remembered my ice pack Becky got me for Christmas, and this has made a real difference.  Soothing, the swelling is receding the pain changing from a deep throbbing to a much more manageable sharper “wobbly tooth” pain.  Have a dentist appointment a week tomorrow – hopefully I can now make it until then …

Motorcycle Emptiness – Manic Street Preachers


Track of the week 21/1/18
Always liked this.  I think it marks the passing of my engagement with the “current” music scene – much music from the early nineties onwards is a void to me and I have tended to look backwards from about this point.

Of course, Scouting for Girls have proven to be the exception to that rule and I was not deaf to Oasis, Blur, Pulp etc., but much after this song and I would start to lose the chronology of what came when.

Anyway, not a bad track.

2017 – A cultural(!) review …

… or what I read and watched this year

So as 2017 draws to a close, its time to put pen to paper to record what I’ve read and watched this year – or more importantly, what I’ve enjoyed reading and watching this year.

TV

My viewing habits may have been evolving over recent years, but 2017 saw them change markedly. I now watch more on Netflix/Amazon Video/Catch Up (and even YouTube) than on the TV in the corner of the room. Whilst Becky watches something on the (terrestrial) telly, I’ll pop my headphones on, fire up my iPad and watch something completely different.

The quality available is astounding, and the joys of binge watching are unbounded – no longer need we wait a week for the next installment, instant gratification.

So from a crowded – an excellent – field what comes out on top?

Halt and Catch Fire – a four series show following the technological revolution from the early ’80s to (by the end of series 4) the late ’90s.

Other notable mentions:

Stranger Things – watched both series this year, accessible Sci Fi, geeky, but not too geeky. Stephen King lite perhaps?

GLOW  – Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling, never thought I watch a dramatisation of women’s wrestling, but glad I did. Off beat comedy at its finest.

Narcos III – as good as the first two. Brilliant.

Marco Polo, Klondike, The Get Down II – all worth a watch.

Red Oaks – onto its third series, and still going strong. Funny.

Detectorists – Brilliant. BBC comedy at its best. Gentle, funny, thought provoking (well, not really), warming, but most importantly, funny. The final series (3) aired this November. What a treat. Brilliant. Watch it.

The Vietnam War – A BBC documentary. Fascinating. 10 one hour episodes, I was engaged for every minute. Should be watched by all (sadly, even as I write, it is slipping of iPlayer, only the last 3 episodes are available)

Film

I’m not a big film fan – I just don’t feel I have the time to commit to a couple of hours on one unproven story. I prefer the package of an hour long episode of a mini-series, although will happily watch a couple of hours of back to back episodes.

However, I did watch one film that wins my prize for film of the year:

Hidden Figures – the true story of mathematics, racial segregation and the space race, what a combination!

The Last Jedi – Sam and I made our now customary December trip to the cinema for the latest Star Wars saga. This didn’t disappoint. Was good, not brilliant – was good as it fitted in with, and continued the narrative of Star wars. I suspect if you watched it as a stand alone film, you’d probably say “meh, was OK.”

Books

I continue to read a lot, but have made the decision not to bother with anything “worthy” – I read for entertainment and enjoyment, I passed my English Literature O level 32 years ago, no need now to read anything because someone tells me to.

Still, I surprise myself when I realise that the the best book I read this year was about the building of a 12th Century cathedral …

Pillars of the Earth – Ken Follett. I’ve read a few Follet’s and enjoyed them all, although they have all been set in the 20th Century. Embolned by this, I felt strong enough to attempt this tome – in excess of 1,000 words! Glad I did, basically great story telling and no long words or tricky metaphors in sight.

Forget you had a daughter: Doing Time in the Bangkok Hilton – Sandra Gregory. I’ve seen Sandra Gregory speak to our sixth form on a couple of occasions, telling her tale of how she ended up on a life sentence in a Thai prison and her story was fascinating. So when I realised she had written the book of her life, I had to buy it and read it. I would recommend this to anyone. Well worth a read.

The Last Kingdom Series  – Bernard Cornwall. Vikings, Saxons, slash ’em  stories, intermixed with a little history from the dark ages.  Slowly working my way through the series, a couple a year. A little (a lot?) formulaic, but easy – and enjoyable – reading.

When they come for you  – James Hall,  In Farliegh Field – Rhys Bowen, The Winter Over – Matthew Iden. One of the benefits of Amazon Prime is a free Kindle book each month, and these three were all from that stable. Enjoyed them all.

Conclave – Robert Harris. A novel about picking a Pope on my top reads list? Anything by Robert Harris is probably going to be good, after a slow start, this didn’t disappoint.

Born Fearless: From Kids’ Home to SAS to Pirate Hunter – My Life as a Shadow Warrior – Phil Campion.  I haven’t read as many military memoirs this this year (one account of the Vietnam war was merging into another), but I did enjoy this. Could be worth a revisit.

A couple of turkeys

The Emporer’s Revenge – Clive Cusslar.  A truely terrible book. I know I like cheap, easy thrillers but this was really rubbish. First 40 or so pages had me hooked, but then it went down hill with a “our hero” becoming increasingly less believable and the plot line even more farcical.

Purple Rain – The Film. I arrived at the conclusion this year that Purple Rain the album is the second best album ever made, so I thought I’d watch the film for the first time. Dreadful. Don’t bother, just listen to the album which is brilliant.

The above is not all I’ve watched or read, but a few highlights. As we enter into 2018 I’m working my way through Game of Thrones season 7 and awaiting the next episode of Vikings 5 (out Thursday!), have the Arsenal documentary “89” to look forward to watching and a few books pilled up ready to be read – will any of them feature this time next year?

Affirmation – Savage Garden


Track of the week 26/11/17

Another spinning track, a regular feature of Jon’s Friday evening classes, normally towards the end – if we’re not warming down, it can’t be far away.

But after 40 minutes pedaling furiously in the saddle,one’s mind might not be as sharp as normal. This week I found myself really trying – but failing – to fathom some sort of meaning out of the opening line:

I believe the sun should never set upon an ornament

I just couldn’t work it out (although the it probably distracted me from the lactic acid induced pain in my thighs.)  I thought that it was, perhaps, in some way analogous to the sun never setting on the (old British) empire. Or, perhaps, the ornament was some sort of garden feature that should always be bathed in the beauty of sunlight.

I really couldn’t work it out, but now I can’t believe that I even thought it could make sense.

It transpires that it is argument, not ornament. And that makes sense, so much sense.

I believe the sun should never set upon an argument

(But don’t get me started on the line:

I believe forgiveness is the key to your unhappiness

‘cos, surely, that can’t be right? But apparently it is.

… the key to your own happiness

now that make sense.)

Gold – Spandau Ballet


Track of the week 21/5/17

No real reason this week. Just a great track.

My love is like a high prison wall
But you could leave me standing so tall

 

Paxman Peabody

Pic of the week 14/5/17

Pic of the week has nothing to do with the post this week. A pic of the back garden, ‘cos its a nice pic, and will also provide a record for what leafs up when.

Channeling my inner-Paxman

So earlier this week a post from our MP, James Heappey popped up in my FB timeline. Basically he was criticising Tessa Munt (who he ousted in the last election and is standing against him again this year) for wanting two jobs (she has just been elected as Councillor and wants to also be our MP.)  Fair enough to criticise, but had he ever criticied those in his own party for holding down more than one job?  So I asked him:

Jeff Peabody Mr Heapey – could you point me in the direction of some evidence that you similarly called out George Osborne – a sitting MP – when he took on yet another role as Editor of the evening standard. Or Boris Johnson, who combined his Mayorship of London with being an MP? I look forward to your response (although I shan’t hold my breath – I once contacted you before, but you never bothered to respond. And you’ve only got one job. Perhaps that’s too much for you?)

James Heappey Jeff, we’ve no record of receiving any emails from you and I notice you spelt my name wrong in your post. Could you have got the wrong address? I was on James.heappey.mp@parliament.uk but you can now reach me on james@jamesheappey.org.uk. We have a record of absolutely everything we’ve received (and responded to). If you’re sure you got the address right, let me know, we’ll ask Parliament to check the server – they might be able to confirm what happened.

Jeff Peabody No, I replied directly to an email you sent me some years ago. Not too sure how you got my email address, but if you send me an (unsolicited) email, I would expect you to have the courtesy to reply. Leaving that aside, you now have the chance to answer the question I have today: You have castigated Ms Munt for (potentially) having a second job whilst an MP. Have you similarly castigated George Osborne & Boris Johnson who have also very publicly held other jobs whilst an MP?

James Heappey I don’t think Jeff’s question is unfair. As it happens, I think I might have condemned the number of jobs taken on by George Osborne in passing with a local radio station a few weeks ago. I think the bigger point though is that leaflets in 2010 criticised David H-A for having more than one job. Leaflets in 2015 boasted that she’d only had – and would always only have – one job. But now she wants two jobs and with those two jobs come some difficult choices because you can’t be in two places at once.

Jeff Peabody James Heappey Thank you for your reply. You stance would be strengthened if you could supply evidence (rather than a somewhat vague reference to possibly saying something in passing) Does she really want two jobs, or would she give up her new job if she got yours?! Who knows, but if you are criticising her for two jobs, then you must surely also critisice your colleagues who also have two jobs? And herein lies the problem for we, the voting masses: to us you all look like a duplicitous bunch of backstabbers who would sell your own mother for an extra vote (and, given her leaflet, I include Ms Munt in that collective group) At least you’ve taken the time to engage, and once again, thank you for that.

James Heappey Jeff Peabody I genuinely can’t remember which radio program I was talking to when I made my comment but I’m making exactly the criticism you seek now. That’s not to say that all MPs with outside interests are doing the wrong thing – some sit on advisory panels, others maintain a professional qualification in medicine, the law or accountancy, others serve in our reserve armed forces. They manage their time but they’d also tell you that they have to make compromises on both jobs and sometimes they have to prioritise one over the other. You cannot do both as successfully as you would if you only had one or the other. As for George Osborne – Great guy with lots of talent but he was taking the piss on the job front. He’s done the right thing to step down although I suspect he’ll be back!

There were some comments from others – both trolling and supporting my original question – but I think the conversation above needs recording. To be fair, at least he did engage with me, the great unwashed, but I still think it highly ironic and hypocritical for someone from the same party as George Osborne & Boris Johnson, to chastise another would-be MP for possibly having two jobs.  Plus, I suspect that Ms Munt put herself up for election for the council long before the General Election and would stand down from her Council committments if she can oust Mr Heappey from office.

2016 – A Review

Not a review by me (I shall review my year in a later post), but I thought that this was a brilliant/funny/frightening review of 2016 – a year that most are predicting will go down in history as a bad year.

Watch the film, its funny (and, sadly, quite true)