Back from the sick bed.

I told you I was ill!

I have just spent a few days in hospital being pumped full of drugs. My dentist had diagnosed a cyst on one of my wisdom teeth and had referred me to the hospital to arrange for surgery to remove it. Unfortunately in the next couple of days it became infected and the left side of my face swelled up like a bad impression of the Godfather.

We had arranged for a few friends to come over for a BBQ on Saturday. Dean & Michelle, James & Nikala and Heather came over. Marc was supposed to come to but he got stuck at work (that bloody job is getting in the way of our social life). They all had a good evening (I was feeling somewhat sorry for myself at that point, but the girls thought I was just being 'a man' about it - looking for sympathy).

After a few restless nights we managed to reschedule the appointment with the consultant to Monday morning and as soon as I had seen him he told me to go home, pack a bag and go to hospital. It was arranged that I would have a course of IV Antibiotics to stop the infection. I had to warn the nursing staff that I have a phobia of needles (no one wants to try and lift 6'4", 15st of dead weight up from the floor). Incidentally, have you noticed how young all the doctors are these days?

The upshot was that I was in hospital until Thursday afternoon before they let me go. I am now on oral antibiotics (the size of horse pills) and some kick-ass painkillers. So I am back to work - though I am a little dopier than usual (Oi! Shut it!).

I am due to visit the consultant on the 16th Aug when he comes back from holiday. Also it gives me chance to exercise my jaw (one of the side effects of the infection was to paralyse it) - I still have some numbness in my lip and mouth as the cyst is pressing on a nerve. The consultant will then arrange for a time for the operation to remove the cyst and tooth. So I will have another stay in hospital then (Oh! Joy!).