A friend sent me a message on Facebook the other day, it said you really don’t sound very happy, I am worried about you. The fact is I had posted several miserable Facebook updates and sent short curt replies to trivia I didn’t care about. I mused on her concern. The fact is, I am very used to being happy and my life being good and for this I am very lucky. A few crappy things happen to me and my friends notice because I am not gushing with smiles and love. Interesting eh?
Anyway to continue the story following Disneyland. I rang the emergency dentist on Sat morning and they gave me an appt for 12.30. I was excited to go, to have the damn pain dealt with and to get on with life pain free. I asked Stacy to come with me for support and because I was worried about driving after treatment. We left late and didn’t have time to stop for fuel on the way, the gauge said we had 25 miles left in the tank…it was fine! She dropped me off and I told her to fill up whilst she waited for me to come back out.
The dentist told me that the filling that had covered my gum had created an ulcer. There was also a ridge on the edge of the filling causing inflammation. She numbed me and drilled and smoothed the filling. It felt good to be numb. She wrote me a prescription for good strong painkillers and an anaesthetic mouthwash. I walked back outside to the car where the children were very restless. Stacy said lets go and get fuel and get your prescription. I said ‘what you haven’t filled up yet??’ and she said no, and I was like why not??? but said ok lets drive.
We had been on the duel carriageway for 5 mins when the car stopped working and we drifted to a stop on the hard shoulder. I hit the hazard lights and rang breakdown recovery. We were just after a bend, and the traffic was having to pull out around us. We needed to get the kids out of the car and fast. The police were called. The policeman was lovely and chatted to Charlie who thought he was mega cool. We waited on the edge of the road for 45 minutes before the truck arrived. He got us into the truck and hitched up the car and got us somewhere safe. All the while Stacy and I are looking at each other thinking ‘shit, is this all because we ran out of fuel??’ Rosa was panicking I was about to leave her and was clinging to me. Charlie was letting the bloke know what he wanted for Christmas much to his confusion (he was wearing red overalls and was a bit chubby….) He concluded we had run out of fuel. Crap.
So he towed us to a petrol station and we filled up. The car still didn’t work. We were in two minds how to feel. Oh so it wasn’t because we were stupid! Oh that means there is something really wrong with the car and is going to cost us a small fortune to mend….. so he took us home and the car went to the garage.
Meanwhile the pain was beginning to return as the numbness wore off and with it my awful mood 😦
Still Charlie thought it was all a massive adventure and enjoyed the policeman and the truck. Silver linings and all that….
We thought it was all over until Stacy said ‘give me your prescription and I shall go and get it for you, where is it?’ To which I replied, ‘in the bleeding car!!!!’ which by that point was on the other side of the city not to be even looked at until Monday. Fabulous.