No Consolation Prize

Please feel free to just ignore the written parts, & look only at the pictures.

This is a lying-on-the-floor-in-agony post. A whining-whingeing-crying-begging-for-mercy post! Hot tears have coursed my cheeks over this.

There is no consolation prize for being 'right'. No comfort in saying "I told you so!"

I am demented with pain. My tooth is indeed dying. I cannot imagine how anyone could live through the pain inflicted in torture, on teeth.

I have given birth to 3 children. I know it was painful. It is a lie when they say you forget the pain.

You never forget! But you are usually so besotted with your child, you just prefer to push the memory of the pain away.

With tooth pain, there is no consolation. I just want the wretched thing out of my head. My whole burning-screaming-insane-pain, ear, face & jaw want the tooth gone.

I am totally 'drunk', on painkillers, antibiotics, & insane pain!

Just before I went back to see the dentist, I learnt of a death. Of someone I only knew by 'proxy', you might say. Someone who was 100 years old.

Someone who remained alert & knowing, until her death.

She had surely had a good & long life. She could not be wished back.

Still, I cried the selfish tears that we, who are left behind cry, when someone we love or admire, or respect, passes away.

Perhaps we also cry in recongnition or our own mortality.

Or the unrelenting damnawful pain of a dying tooth!

Not helped by Winter's return blasts, impinging on our Spring.

Snow in the Blue Mountains! Sleet, & cold stinging rains.

Adding to my misery.

Connie Francis, Who's Sorry Now.