a bloody horrible week

This has been a horrible bloody week! It started off with the knowledge that I had to move all my books downstairs at the weekend. This picture is just one corner of the new library and I have to say that it's awesome now!

Theres a chair and a table in it now, and it's a proper cosy little room for perusing what to read next. This room in fact is the next best thing to my ideal library dream (a topic for a later date).

This however wasn't the worst of my week, On Sunday I woke up with a stinking cold, thus breaking my lucky streak as I didn't get one all winter.

This generally doesn't worry me too much, but this one was so bad that I had to call in sick at work for the next two days.

I hate calling in sick, my mum was one of those mums who didn't let you have a day off school unless you were A) dieing or B) looked like you were going to die.

In fact the only times I can remember mum letting me have days off when I felt relatively OK was when I had chicken pox and the time that I fell off my bike in first school and smashed half my face up. That incident was spectacular for the fact that it was literally just one side of my face all cut up with one massive black eye, like Scarface from the batman cartoons of the time.

Anyway calling in sick makes me feel weak and guilty in the same way I used to as a kid, but the main reason for me calling in sick was because I had to be well enough for Thursday because I had to go to the dentist.

I know that there's plenty of other people out there who are scared of the dentist but my biggest problem is that I never used to be and it really pi##es me off that I am now.

My problem has always been with needles not dentists, and the dentist I used to go to when I was little was lovely and sent me to be sedated when I needed any serious work done. That's how obvious my abstract terror was.

Unfortunately things couldn't stay that way for ever and my lovely dentist Mr Brown went private and therefore out of my price league.

I then had a brief tryout with a different NHS dentist who turned out to be a right B#stard, made me cry and try ed to force sell me white fillings at the top of my mouth whilst belittling my fear and refusing to give me a referral to the sedation clinic.

This was when my fear of all dentists began and I stopped going, so when I started getting a hole in one of my back teeth I knew it wasn't going to end well and duly ignored it as it didn't hurt till last month when I bit into a pizza and it broke in half.

To cut a long story short I phoned around in desperation, knowing that I couldn't go to the emergency dentist as they would use needles until I found a lovely private dentist who agreed to look at me on NHS rates.

This dentist also gave me my referral but unfortunately the only NHS place that does sedation was fully booked till the middle of next year!

So I bit the bullet and booked myself in to be sedated privately for twice the price, paid £150 of my hard earned cash as a deposit for the sedationist which was non refundable and why I couldn't be sick on Thursday.

To cut the story short once again, I did have my tooth out on Thursday and now I'm in great amounts of pain in my jaw.

I still can't eat properly and I'm getting 5 hours sleep at a time before the pain in my jaw wakes me up.

The other thing that I'm ashamed to say has really upset me is that I haven't been allowed to smoke for 48 hours.

I know that I should see this as a opportunity to stop, but to be honest with the food situation and the pain this has been one step too far for me. I spent a whole day clearing my old bedroom and lugging books around in pain without being able to take a ciggy break has resulted in a angry, sarcastic and very emotional girl.

So anyway, it's all over and done with now. The books look lovely in their new home, I'm going to go to the post office next week and send some books to the lovely Verity and hopefully sometime next week I'll be able to indulge my craving for a steak without any pain!

I'd love to hear how everyone elses week has been, and is anyone else petrified of the dentist or needles like me?

Oh, and when you next bite into something this week really enjoy it for me will you?!