Gums, Germs and Steel

Well, I think the dentistry went well, though it’s hard to tell from the memory fragments I’m left with. I remember laying down with a drip feed in my arm, and some sedative being introduced, and feeling a bit spacey. And then I remember being helped into a wheelchair, putting my feet on the metal footrests. And then I remember someone saying to be careful not to hit my head on the roof of the car as I got into the passenger seat.


Whenever I force myself to do something necessary but unpleasant or stressful, I try to reward myself. It’s an attempt at self-directed operant conditioning. When we finish filing our taxes, we generally go out for a meal afterwards. When I go to the dentist, I might ironically reward myself with a Krispy Kreme doughnut. Which brings me to today. In a little while I’m heading to the dentist for gum augmentation surgery.


At the weekend I cleaned the windows. A downside to a 2-storey house that I hadn’t considered is the difficulty of cleaning the windows on the upper floor. Rather than clamber on the roof or try to handle an 8m ladder, I bought a dispenser of window cleaner that attaches to the hose and sprays suds quite a distance. You then leave them for 15-20 seconds, and hose off. It did an adequate job.