So the holiday is over and we’ve been home almost a week now and it feels like we never left. I might write about Bali and I might not, who knows. I’d like to be in the mood, but frankly, I’ve had a gum/soft palate inflammation since Monday that’s making me VERY cranky. The SM33 gel which usually works wonders after one or two applications has been cranked up to every three waking hours for three days to absolutely no effect. The nearest tooth is throbbing, and the pain has spread into my nasal cavity and eye socket, with glimpses into the Eustachian tube.
Not. Happy. Jan.
DH took a look this morning, after I wouldn’t stop moaning about “the pain, the pain!” and pronounced it infected, came home with some antibiotics and demanded I begin immediately. Wasn’t it just two weeks ago I took a course for that possible uterine infection? Why yes, it was. How could I forget?
Sigh.
Oh well, Spicks and Specks is just on so I shall go and cheer myself up with a bit of light musical comedy banter. And perhaps a couple of panadol.
Is there enough time to mention that DH has had a nasty cold all week, complete with laryngitis, and I am beginning to feel a bit virus ridden with a slight dry tickle to to the throat? I think I would rather be subjected to several consecutive hours of being barraged by touts on the Monkey Forest Road in Ubud, to peruse their wares or sample their transport services, than inhabit my body for another day, in this state.
Oh, the pain. I think my head is on fire.
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