Where have I been" You might well ask. Just the small matter of a lopped-off wisdom tooth and a sewn-over gum. Who would have thought that such a small area of the body could cause such widespread havoc" I swear I can feel the throbbing in my toes during the hour that my painkillers stop working. (An hour before I’m due the next lot, the previous dose of painkillers seem to wear off – it’s like clockwork. And all of a sudden I go from a normal person, existing in a normal way, to someone who is internally combusting inside their own face.)
Anyway, I have been offline and sleeping as much as possible, because on top of the tooth issue (it was a coronectomy I had, due to the facial nerve being too close to the root of the wisdom tooth, making it risky to remove the whole tooth) I’ve had a bad cold, a cough, and two small people to run around after. So you can imagine me propped up on a pile of cushions, trying not to mouth breathe but being forced to eventually succumb because of the blocked up nose, and not wanting to blow said nose because of the pain the pressure causes in the mouth. What a bundle of laughs I have been.
But at least I’ve spent my time off wisely – developing an obsession with bees. Bees used as a motif, not the actual real-life bees, though apparently real bees are necessary for the survival of mankind – indeed, the survival of the planet. Ironically, they are the only insect not to have made it thro...