Sophie and I had a hygienist appointment at the dentist this morning, and I was dreading it after our visit in June! It was pouring with rain again, and we had to find a space on the residential street a short walk from the surgery.
Sophie was seen first, and I could see her twisting her hands tightly as the hygienist prodded and probed in her mouth. The sound of the vacuum machine is particularly horrible! However, afterwards, she said it wasn't as bad as last time, and it didn't take long, thank goodness!
I explained how sensitive my teeth are since the last visit, so the hygienist put some numbing gel on my gums. She told me not to swallow as my throat would go numb, and I almost freaked out! It wasn't too bad at all, except for one bit where I felt like I had multiple hands and tubes in my mouth!
I was hugely relieved when it was all over, and we could escape! We sloshed our way to Northampton, and I arrived at work at about 9.40am. I was staying until 5pm when Sophie would collect me on her way home from work.
When I walked into the office, I was amazed to see that the wall divider behind my desk had been removed and all the notices had been scattered on my desk. My computer mouse was missing, and my phone list was gone. I wasn't too happy, to be honest! I'd only missed two days, but it felt a lot longer!
Everyone was sympathetic, and I knuckled down and tried to make headway with all the things I needed to do. Kathy was clearly unwell and went home at lunchtime, leaving me to answer the phones with Angela for an hour until Shirley came in to take over. She wasn't feeling too good either, and was suffering with stomach pains... we're dropping like flies!
I felt a little overwhelmed with all the things I had to do, and I was glad of the extra hour once everyone had gone home. Our MD had arrived in the early afternoon, and when I'd popped to the loo, Sara told him about Dad. When the office was empty, we had a chat about our respective parents, so that was lovely, and he was very sympathetic.
Sophie collected me at 5.15pm, and we trundled home in the dark. I checked my emails and found a message from the funeral directors with a link to a tribute page for my Dad. I was feeling overwhelmed again and said I would sort everything out on Wednesday when I'm not at work. The celebrant is also coming to see me on Wednesday, and I've made an appointment to register the death.
Deciding that was enough about the funeral, I played cards with Keith, and Sophie and I enjoyed the rest of a bottle of wine. She cooked a delicious beef stroganoff for dinner, and after we'd eaten, we watched the rest of Groundhog Day.
I went to bed hoping that tomorrow wouldn't be as traumatic!
