Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Monday, July 22, 2013
The Smell of Freshly Burnt Decay
Fark.
I knew it.
I knew two things.
1. As soon as I sat on that chair I would start blubbering
2. They would try and coerce me into Root Canal. The Evil "Up Sale" of the Modern Dentist.
Unsurprisingly, both things happened. I was waiting for the root canal discussion and had my "take the fucking thing out or else I'll have you kneecapped" response ready. But this wee lad was soooo gentle and nice, he farking CHARMED me into letting him put his needle in my mouth and then his drill and drilling away at my tooth until he found the root, and then drilling away at that until I held up the lollipop stick (the international symbol for STOP or else).....and when my knee started playing "Seven Nation Army" on his chair he was kind enough to allow me a break. Honestly, I did think of blow jobs whilst he was in there, and how those porno women can keep their mouths open that long. I was struggling, I can tell you. In fact the little stream of concious thought that went through my head was something like this.....
"he's drilling into my head, he's about to hit something and its gonna hurt.....keeping my mouth open this long is really hard, how do those porn stars do it?.......he's gonna hit something.......urgh, burning decay, that smells yucky............that farking drill is drilling into my skull......it's gonna hit something very soon......my leg has suddenly developed a very acute case of Parkinsons.......he's drilling into my SKULL....I am not going to die.....it will be over soon......he's still going.....stop!!!!.......surely he's finished.....ok that's enough, I'm going now, I don't care if he's not finished.....please stop drilling.....ohmygod he's stopped drilling and is now poking something very sharp up into my forehead......." etc etc....
I actually didn't think I was going to be able to let him finished, but it is wonderful what shame and fear will do, as well as being hooked up to fifty million different suction methods.
Anyway I lived to tell the tale. Whilst the anaesthetic was still taking effect, I felt like I could hug every single stranger in the street. When it started to wear off and the sensation of having my nerve roots fiddled with became apparent, that feeling subsided somewhat and it was time. Yes it was time to forget work, forget housework and to take as many damn painkillers as was legally possible and bunker down for an afternoon of unadulterated snoring. Then wake up and swiftly replace painkillers with beer. Which I also managed the transition admirably. I am sure tomorrow the pain will be a distant memory and I will be back to my normal self (keeping the fingers crossed for that one....)
I knew it.
I knew two things.
1. As soon as I sat on that chair I would start blubbering
2. They would try and coerce me into Root Canal. The Evil "Up Sale" of the Modern Dentist.
Unsurprisingly, both things happened. I was waiting for the root canal discussion and had my "take the fucking thing out or else I'll have you kneecapped" response ready. But this wee lad was soooo gentle and nice, he farking CHARMED me into letting him put his needle in my mouth and then his drill and drilling away at my tooth until he found the root, and then drilling away at that until I held up the lollipop stick (the international symbol for STOP or else).....and when my knee started playing "Seven Nation Army" on his chair he was kind enough to allow me a break. Honestly, I did think of blow jobs whilst he was in there, and how those porno women can keep their mouths open that long. I was struggling, I can tell you. In fact the little stream of concious thought that went through my head was something like this.....
"he's drilling into my head, he's about to hit something and its gonna hurt.....keeping my mouth open this long is really hard, how do those porn stars do it?.......he's gonna hit something.......urgh, burning decay, that smells yucky............that farking drill is drilling into my skull......it's gonna hit something very soon......my leg has suddenly developed a very acute case of Parkinsons.......he's drilling into my SKULL....I am not going to die.....it will be over soon......he's still going.....stop!!!!.......surely he's finished.....ok that's enough, I'm going now, I don't care if he's not finished.....please stop drilling.....ohmygod he's stopped drilling and is now poking something very sharp up into my forehead......." etc etc....
I actually didn't think I was going to be able to let him finished, but it is wonderful what shame and fear will do, as well as being hooked up to fifty million different suction methods.
Anyway I lived to tell the tale. Whilst the anaesthetic was still taking effect, I felt like I could hug every single stranger in the street. When it started to wear off and the sensation of having my nerve roots fiddled with became apparent, that feeling subsided somewhat and it was time. Yes it was time to forget work, forget housework and to take as many damn painkillers as was legally possible and bunker down for an afternoon of unadulterated snoring. Then wake up and swiftly replace painkillers with beer. Which I also managed the transition admirably. I am sure tomorrow the pain will be a distant memory and I will be back to my normal self (keeping the fingers crossed for that one....)
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Gob problems....
The best laid plans and all that......
The plan was to run this morning with Fi and then run this arvo with Bundy and MJ. I did do both, but both runs felt really bizarre, possibly because of the huge amount of drugs I've been taking for this farking big hole in my tooth that I should have got looked at in January 2012. And now I have to find someone to pull the farking thing out tomorrow. Which probably explains my grumpy cow mode all of last week and my ability to quaff inordinate amounts of cleanskin wine on Friday night in an effort to numb my gob. So today I DID do 23.5km of running. And the 10km this morning, to be honest, I think I was still mainly asleep and didn't really notice it. I crawled back into bed straight afterwards, popped some more drugs and drifted back into oblivion, which was quite nice. Then I got up and hoped to sail through 13.5km on the trails. I sailed through about 11km then I started shivering and shaking and feeling sorry for myself and to my absolute horror, in front of my friends, I started to cry. How farking embarrassing!!! So we sort of run / walked back to the car and I was totally mortified and couldn't get warm and had a throbbing head and generally felt like shooting myself. This is just about the only feeling that will coerce me to go to the dentists. So tomorrow I plan to ring around the fang farriers in the area until I find one who sounds sympathetic enough to pull the fecking thing out and be done with it. Bloody teeth. Why oh why were they invented with nerves? Even the word makes it sorer, I'm sure. So the good thing about tomorrow then is that I don't have to go to work. But conversely I think I have been disliking work because my gob has been sore. So maybe if I get it sorted my attention span will suddenly resume and I will be back to normal functioning Sonia. Because I have been a bit scattered of late and I can't think why.
Anyway,. this week only 40km of running, but aren't we winding down to a marathon or something? Going to see the lovely man in Bathurst on Wednesday and then he comes for the marathon weekend on Friday, so I am very much looking forward to both, and even the race!!! Of course I am looking forward to the race!!! I will have the gob problems solved and will be ON FIRE!!!
The plan was to run this morning with Fi and then run this arvo with Bundy and MJ. I did do both, but both runs felt really bizarre, possibly because of the huge amount of drugs I've been taking for this farking big hole in my tooth that I should have got looked at in January 2012. And now I have to find someone to pull the farking thing out tomorrow. Which probably explains my grumpy cow mode all of last week and my ability to quaff inordinate amounts of cleanskin wine on Friday night in an effort to numb my gob. So today I DID do 23.5km of running. And the 10km this morning, to be honest, I think I was still mainly asleep and didn't really notice it. I crawled back into bed straight afterwards, popped some more drugs and drifted back into oblivion, which was quite nice. Then I got up and hoped to sail through 13.5km on the trails. I sailed through about 11km then I started shivering and shaking and feeling sorry for myself and to my absolute horror, in front of my friends, I started to cry. How farking embarrassing!!! So we sort of run / walked back to the car and I was totally mortified and couldn't get warm and had a throbbing head and generally felt like shooting myself. This is just about the only feeling that will coerce me to go to the dentists. So tomorrow I plan to ring around the fang farriers in the area until I find one who sounds sympathetic enough to pull the fecking thing out and be done with it. Bloody teeth. Why oh why were they invented with nerves? Even the word makes it sorer, I'm sure. So the good thing about tomorrow then is that I don't have to go to work. But conversely I think I have been disliking work because my gob has been sore. So maybe if I get it sorted my attention span will suddenly resume and I will be back to normal functioning Sonia. Because I have been a bit scattered of late and I can't think why.
Anyway,. this week only 40km of running, but aren't we winding down to a marathon or something? Going to see the lovely man in Bathurst on Wednesday and then he comes for the marathon weekend on Friday, so I am very much looking forward to both, and even the race!!! Of course I am looking forward to the race!!! I will have the gob problems solved and will be ON FIRE!!!
Thursday, July 18, 2013
You know how your grumpiest friends on Facebook share all these uplifting posts about how you should live your life? And there's like 15 pointers for you to learn and live by? And you read them and go, yep, tick, yep, tick, yep, state the fucking obvious why don't you, etc etc etc? Well one I just read said "what did you achieve today?". Well, I will tell you what I farking acheived, if I may. The NSW Police Force don't farking hate me as much today as they did yesterday, that's what I achieved, condescending Facebook Post. It's not like I had a win. No sir. I just didn't have a "lose". Which makes me inordinately happy.
Remember how I have been going on about being terribly happy and jumping around with glee and generally being very annoying? Well I knew it would come to an end and it did. Monday night I hit the happiness wall. I was exhausted about being so chirpy. I was knackered from being so positive. And I was exhausted to be so nice to everyone. Eventually, something has to give. Because seriously, I was over the top happy. I think I just wore myself out, especially this weekend, when I did so much smiling, running and hanging from trees, it was really unnatural. But by god it was fun. So Monday night I had an early night and Tuesday I had to work from home I was so tired. And I had a nanna nap. And then I was knackered Wednesday and grumpy again and had to have ANOTHER early night. And then I slept for like 13 hours and I think it was all that happy smiling and other stuff this weekend. I am fine now. I think. It is ten to ten so I really should be in bed. But I had dinner with a girlfriend which was another really happy affair so I guess I need to balance life with less happy events so that I dont wear myself out from smiling. Hence I am going to work tomorrow. But really. Life is good. But awfully tiring. At one point I was worrying that I might have some incurable disease but I really think that all that bounciness and glee lead to quite a lot of exhaustion. So I went to Tuesday nights night running trail session, becuase it is so much fun, but missed last nights road run with Bentley man. Ran today on the road to make up and we have a long run planned for Sunday. Next week I gotta take it easy as we have M7 marathon on Sunday. Paul is coming down on Friday so we won't do any running until the race on Sunday - gotta think of things to do on Saturday that don't involve legs..... Hmmmmm...... :)
Remember how I have been going on about being terribly happy and jumping around with glee and generally being very annoying? Well I knew it would come to an end and it did. Monday night I hit the happiness wall. I was exhausted about being so chirpy. I was knackered from being so positive. And I was exhausted to be so nice to everyone. Eventually, something has to give. Because seriously, I was over the top happy. I think I just wore myself out, especially this weekend, when I did so much smiling, running and hanging from trees, it was really unnatural. But by god it was fun. So Monday night I had an early night and Tuesday I had to work from home I was so tired. And I had a nanna nap. And then I was knackered Wednesday and grumpy again and had to have ANOTHER early night. And then I slept for like 13 hours and I think it was all that happy smiling and other stuff this weekend. I am fine now. I think. It is ten to ten so I really should be in bed. But I had dinner with a girlfriend which was another really happy affair so I guess I need to balance life with less happy events so that I dont wear myself out from smiling. Hence I am going to work tomorrow. But really. Life is good. But awfully tiring. At one point I was worrying that I might have some incurable disease but I really think that all that bounciness and glee lead to quite a lot of exhaustion. So I went to Tuesday nights night running trail session, becuase it is so much fun, but missed last nights road run with Bentley man. Ran today on the road to make up and we have a long run planned for Sunday. Next week I gotta take it easy as we have M7 marathon on Sunday. Paul is coming down on Friday so we won't do any running until the race on Sunday - gotta think of things to do on Saturday that don't involve legs..... Hmmmmm...... :)
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Monday, July 15, 2013
Is it legal to be this happy?
Really, my work colleagues are getting sick of getting a big look at my teeth every Monday morning when I come in and I am grinning from ear to ear. Ash asked me today "how was your weekend?" I swear he went RED when I bared my fangs and gave him a good view of my ivories and started to giggle. In fact, I spent the ENTIRE weekend giggling. It is good when you have an accomplice who is equally adept at giggling at silly situations. I'm just loving my life at present, everything is just wonderful. No, I am not on drugs. Yes I still have my figure. No, I didn't get a tummy tuck. No, I have not turned into an alcoholic. I don't know what happened. There were lots of things and they all happened around the same time, they all involved an effort at first but they have all paid off majorly. Feel like I have invested a little, I have diversified, and it has all paid off.
Anyway, I'm not gloating, I know the transient nature of things. I know how things can change, and I know how I feel today can come crashing down tomorrow. But it is soooo nice to be soo happy. So just let me wallow a little. After all, what are blogs for if you cannot indulge yourself a wee bit?
This weekend was pretty marvellous. Beautiful run Saturday morning with beautiful people. Paul came down Saturday afternoon and we had a romantic trip to Bunnings. Yes, the hardware shop. Then he replaced my taps. Then we had some dinner and drinks. Ha. Sunday we had booked that swingy tree thing. Terrifying and fun. Terrifying especially when you get stuck halfway on a sort of mid air sixty feet up skateboard with the only thing keeping you up is you, hanging onto a rope. Note to self. Don't attempt this ever again ever ever ever. I hope that is emphatic enough for me. Never. Ever. Again. No sir. Then don't be "polite" and say, yes, lets do another round. Because they are all farking terrifying. But man it was fun. Afterwards. After I stopped trembling. And that night I dreamt about falling. A lot.
So that was a good date, really.
All was going well.
So really, it was a lovely weekend, and that's why I am smiling and showing my porcelain and generally not being bothered by anything much in the world at all, ever, full stop.
Now, I've got to go and be blissfully unaware of life in general.
Bye :)
Really, my work colleagues are getting sick of getting a big look at my teeth every Monday morning when I come in and I am grinning from ear to ear. Ash asked me today "how was your weekend?" I swear he went RED when I bared my fangs and gave him a good view of my ivories and started to giggle. In fact, I spent the ENTIRE weekend giggling. It is good when you have an accomplice who is equally adept at giggling at silly situations. I'm just loving my life at present, everything is just wonderful. No, I am not on drugs. Yes I still have my figure. No, I didn't get a tummy tuck. No, I have not turned into an alcoholic. I don't know what happened. There were lots of things and they all happened around the same time, they all involved an effort at first but they have all paid off majorly. Feel like I have invested a little, I have diversified, and it has all paid off.
Anyway, I'm not gloating, I know the transient nature of things. I know how things can change, and I know how I feel today can come crashing down tomorrow. But it is soooo nice to be soo happy. So just let me wallow a little. After all, what are blogs for if you cannot indulge yourself a wee bit?
This weekend was pretty marvellous. Beautiful run Saturday morning with beautiful people. Paul came down Saturday afternoon and we had a romantic trip to Bunnings. Yes, the hardware shop. Then he replaced my taps. Then we had some dinner and drinks. Ha. Sunday we had booked that swingy tree thing. Terrifying and fun. Terrifying especially when you get stuck halfway on a sort of mid air sixty feet up skateboard with the only thing keeping you up is you, hanging onto a rope. Note to self. Don't attempt this ever again ever ever ever. I hope that is emphatic enough for me. Never. Ever. Again. No sir. Then don't be "polite" and say, yes, lets do another round. Because they are all farking terrifying. But man it was fun. Afterwards. After I stopped trembling. And that night I dreamt about falling. A lot.
So that was a good date, really.
All was going well.
So really, it was a lovely weekend, and that's why I am smiling and showing my porcelain and generally not being bothered by anything much in the world at all, ever, full stop.
Now, I've got to go and be blissfully unaware of life in general.
Bye :)
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Sunday, July 7, 2013
More happy ramblings....
Another great week, both training wise and "other" wise :)
Other covering career, family, love life, finance, knicker size.
Firstly, the training. I loved every minute of my training this week. Every single farking minute. I really did. Even when it was tough, I still loved it. And you can't beat that.
So summary of week:
Monday - 7km road run with Bentley Man
Tuesday - 10km (?) I keep forgetting my garmin - with Summit Sisters and some little intervals thrown in
Wednesday - A day of rest. Sort of.... :)
Thursday - Naff all. Actually I had really jumpy legs on Wednesday night so thought a day off might be the go
Friday - 6km with Bentley Man - bloody tough little run - too much uphill to declare as "fun" but the fact that we did it on an unlit road on a friday night in the dark with headlamps under the stars and then had a beer after made it fun.....
Saturday - 27km with the motley crew out at Faulconbridge Point. Totally awesome morning, gorgeous views, brilliant company, 27km seemed "easy" in these conditions. I fucking love my running friends. Great to see Bentley man and Graham come along and do their longest runs ever (one loop 13.5km) and Maylinda the little champion did her longest run ever ever ever and was charging ahead to clock up 27km yesterday.
Sunday (today) - I wanted to do 10km to make the tally for the week 60km - managed 9.91km. Lets round that up to 10km!!! I thought I was struggling at about 7km but it is amazing what a great song and a bit of a mental talking to will do for you - managed to actually speed up a bit on the last few kms. But that was probably to get it over with. I wanted to do 10kms to round up to 60km but also because I fancied some garlic bread tonight. Been dreaming about garlic bread. Got home, didn't fancy garlic bread at all. Had hummous. And cruskits. Possibly a better option.
It is fair to say I have been sort of floating about on a cloud of happiness lately. I won't bore you all with the details but honestly, it's fucking great. And I should really stop swearing.
Last night went to see Ball Park Music - they were amazingly good, and, the support band, Eagle and the Worm - hello???? Brilliant!!! Youngsters, maybe early twenties, little brass section, lovely boppy music that could have been written in the sixties or today, just timeless, gorgeous, beautiful music. We got in the standy upy bit and danced away, what a totally brilliant, happy, joyous gig. I think everyone walked out of there smiling their heads of singing FENCE SITTER!!! FENCE SITTER WITH YOU!!!!
And next weekend is shaping up for more fun, my lovely man is coming down to see me and I am just over the moon about that :)
Other covering career, family, love life, finance, knicker size.
Firstly, the training. I loved every minute of my training this week. Every single farking minute. I really did. Even when it was tough, I still loved it. And you can't beat that.
So summary of week:
Monday - 7km road run with Bentley Man
Tuesday - 10km (?) I keep forgetting my garmin - with Summit Sisters and some little intervals thrown in
Wednesday - A day of rest. Sort of.... :)
Thursday - Naff all. Actually I had really jumpy legs on Wednesday night so thought a day off might be the go
Friday - 6km with Bentley Man - bloody tough little run - too much uphill to declare as "fun" but the fact that we did it on an unlit road on a friday night in the dark with headlamps under the stars and then had a beer after made it fun.....
Saturday - 27km with the motley crew out at Faulconbridge Point. Totally awesome morning, gorgeous views, brilliant company, 27km seemed "easy" in these conditions. I fucking love my running friends. Great to see Bentley man and Graham come along and do their longest runs ever (one loop 13.5km) and Maylinda the little champion did her longest run ever ever ever and was charging ahead to clock up 27km yesterday.
Sunday (today) - I wanted to do 10km to make the tally for the week 60km - managed 9.91km. Lets round that up to 10km!!! I thought I was struggling at about 7km but it is amazing what a great song and a bit of a mental talking to will do for you - managed to actually speed up a bit on the last few kms. But that was probably to get it over with. I wanted to do 10kms to round up to 60km but also because I fancied some garlic bread tonight. Been dreaming about garlic bread. Got home, didn't fancy garlic bread at all. Had hummous. And cruskits. Possibly a better option.
It is fair to say I have been sort of floating about on a cloud of happiness lately. I won't bore you all with the details but honestly, it's fucking great. And I should really stop swearing.
Last night went to see Ball Park Music - they were amazingly good, and, the support band, Eagle and the Worm - hello???? Brilliant!!! Youngsters, maybe early twenties, little brass section, lovely boppy music that could have been written in the sixties or today, just timeless, gorgeous, beautiful music. We got in the standy upy bit and danced away, what a totally brilliant, happy, joyous gig. I think everyone walked out of there smiling their heads of singing FENCE SITTER!!! FENCE SITTER WITH YOU!!!!
And next weekend is shaping up for more fun, my lovely man is coming down to see me and I am just over the moon about that :)
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Euphoric Post Run Ramblings
So here I am enjoying a "Monkeys Fist" Pale Ale, full of post night time trail running endorphins and of course the beer endorphins. Is there any better feeling? I'm not sure.
Tonight I did the Summit Sisters Tuesday session again which was once again totally brilliant. Unti she sprung speed intervals on us. Which at the time was hard. But only for two minutes. Times Four. Then it was ok again. It was actually good to get pushed and have someone watch. For the lazy runner such as myself, this is EXACTLY what I need. There was a lot of internal grumbling going on in my brain but it was good. I guess speed work AND hills is hard, but a wise man once told me that hills are good in the dark because you can't see them and so your brain doesn't do that mental thing where it just assumes it cannot run it, so you stop and walk. We didn't stop and walk so the theory must work.
Last night I ran 7km with Bentley Man. Thought I would struggle because of Sundays long run, but I felt fine, right until the last hill. Luckily he kept going and literally dragged me mentally up it. Another really respectable run in the bag. Getting a reasonable consistency happening now which I am very happy with.
Tomorrow is a night off because B Man is coming to visit again. Thursday I have the option to go to the Summit Sisters run or go see the family. Is it wrong to want to go to the Summit Sisters run?
Saturday planning long run with Bundy - Saturday night is Ball Park Music!!! Woo hoo!!! Another great week flies past......
Tonight I did the Summit Sisters Tuesday session again which was once again totally brilliant. Unti she sprung speed intervals on us. Which at the time was hard. But only for two minutes. Times Four. Then it was ok again. It was actually good to get pushed and have someone watch. For the lazy runner such as myself, this is EXACTLY what I need. There was a lot of internal grumbling going on in my brain but it was good. I guess speed work AND hills is hard, but a wise man once told me that hills are good in the dark because you can't see them and so your brain doesn't do that mental thing where it just assumes it cannot run it, so you stop and walk. We didn't stop and walk so the theory must work.
Last night I ran 7km with Bentley Man. Thought I would struggle because of Sundays long run, but I felt fine, right until the last hill. Luckily he kept going and literally dragged me mentally up it. Another really respectable run in the bag. Getting a reasonable consistency happening now which I am very happy with.
Tomorrow is a night off because B Man is coming to visit again. Thursday I have the option to go to the Summit Sisters run or go see the family. Is it wrong to want to go to the Summit Sisters run?
Saturday planning long run with Bundy - Saturday night is Ball Park Music!!! Woo hoo!!! Another great week flies past......
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