All being well, tomorrow should see the new carpet laid.
The Evil Fang is still in situ!
I think my subconscious must have known it was not coming out yesterday.
I seemed unnaturally calm all day.
Then, when we arrived at the surgery, we were informed that they were running a "good 20 minutes late" "Would you like to go for a wander, for a while?"
Biting back the urge to scream NO! we left & drove off in the car.
GOM thought he would just & register the car, in the spare few minutes.
Didnt happen. Queues abounded, & time ticked away, so he came back out, & we zoomed back to the Oral Surgeons.
To be met by
I instantly knew, this could not be good. Mrs Whipped Hairdo proceeded to inform us that the Surgeon had been urgently called to operate at the Hospital, & so he was unavailable to do my "Proceedure".
Which irrating term now seems to be what they use, instead of the actual, factual, 'removal' or 'pulling' of the tooth.
I was so angry I couldnt speak. She made a new appointment for Friday morning, at 8.15am. And I suppose there are no guarantees that will work out either.
GOM had a face like thunder. We left speechless amid Mrs Whipped Hairdo squeaking "It cant be helped. We are sorry. But someone's in trouble"
Which just seemed to make it worse.
I felt like yelling "JUST SHUT THE FECK UP!!"