If the tooth be told having multiple extractions wasn’t too bad.Dentists today are much nicer than the evil butchers that were about when I was a child. We stopped for a bit of a rest halfway through and I only needed stitches in a couple of spots.
My shiny plastic choppers were placed in my mouth and after about 15 minutes of face washing, deep breathing and generally getting my shit together,I was able to drive myself home.The Spouse rode shotgun though, just in case.
We made it safely home and I have been getting a little bit better every day.The false teeth are incredibly painful to wear for long but I was able to keep them in for two and a half hours yesterday and I keep on thinking small steps Kimmy. Small steps.
The first time I looked in the mirror at my toothless reflection I began to cry. I looked so different.Old and ugly and alien.I wanted to ring my mother and have Mum make it all better.*sigh*
I have been feeling as vulnerable and grief stricken as I was in the first few days following the funeral and I don’t like it. I don’t like crying, I don’t like feeling vulnerable and I certainly don’t like the bathroom mirror at the moment.
Small steps Kimmy. Small steps.
Mum’s house is definitely on the market now, it was advertised in Thursday’s paper. The real estate agent has been showing people through the house all week and it is impossible to pretend that it isn’t happening any more. All I can do is hope that a nice young couple buy it and are happy there.
So this week has been a huge week emotionally for me and I am desperately seeking positives to cling to so that my head doesn’t explode, because that just wouldn’t be pretty.
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Sadness for you
but positives – you will feel better soon
wonderful people will buy your mum’s house
you have an exhibition in November
and your photos are great!
(Hugs) It’s so hard to continue on, when your grief is all-consuming. But, you can do it. Your mum loves you very much and is watching over all of you.
What wonderful pictures. They do belong in an art gallery.
Sometimes we just need our Mums, so sorry you can’t have your Mum there in person. I sure she’s there in spirit though 😉
The new teeth will soon be comfy although they may need a little adjusting first. Ask your dentist when you go back to have the stitches removed as most of not all of the swelling will have gone down by then. And remember you will never have to have another filling or extraction ever again, that has to be a plus.
The photos are breathtakingly beautiful Kim. Wish I had your eye.
The dentures will be comfy in no time. Just think how gorgeous you’ll look, smiling at your exhibition in November.
I hope the house is bought by a wonderful friendly young family.
It will be nice for you to look back on this post when the dentures are comfy…and hopefully feel a lot more closure about your mum. That’s how I keep myself going when I am struggling, just picturing the future.
Small steps… is right. Accompanied by big, deep breaths.
The dentures will fit better after the swelling goes down, and if they don’t take them in for an adjustment–until they DO fit well.
Positive thoughts… your Mum’s house WILL sell to a wonderful couple, who will tend and love her gardens and will care for the home.
Great big bloggy {{{HUGS}}}!
Lots of deep breathing and cover up the mirrors for now. Time will come when you can wear your nashers all the time and then you can start looking in mirrors again.
My little sister is 28 and had all her teeth taken out last year – she said exactly the same thing about seeing herself and looking old.
I wish I could buy your mum’s house but the husband says the commute to his job would be too long. He’s got no sense of perspective that man.
I got a bit confused reading about the house sale. We call real estate agents “estate agents” so for a moment I thought you were talking about the real one, not the fake one you’d mentioned in some previous post that I’d missed. Last time I hit read all in Google Reader!
Tooth extractions make me teary every time. It will be worth it in the end truly. No more toothache ever. Your pictures are outstanding. Mirrors who needs them anyway not me!
I am sorry, Kim. I am sorry that you had to have all your teeth out in the first place. That should NOT happen to someone in reasonable health in a first world country.
When I was sad, some part of me didn’t want to be consoled. I wanted to indulge myself in grief for a bit. Let yourself do that for a time if you need to. Then take a small step away. Hugs.
small steps.small steps.
I know what you mean about wanting your mum……..last w/e was a bit dramatic here and I just wanted to lay my head in her lap and have her stroke my hair.
small steps…..small steps….
gentle hugs
Small steps Kim.
Big hugs.
Thinking of you always.
{{hugs}} Small steps indeed.
I love the photo of the troll rock.
Tooth be told… you’re beautiful, with or without your teefers.
(((hugs)))
Kim,
I am so sorry for the loss of your beloved mum. I remember the comment you made on my last post–and I have been thinking about you.
I have lost *many* people in my life–and it is always hard but I cannot imagine anyone’s death will be harder for me than my mother’s will be.
Whenever I have lost anyone, I try to think about how lucky I was to have that person in my life–and there are a few that I feel are actually angels surrounding me at times. I hope that you find that same comfort during this time, my friend–
Melinda
I so wish I could zap myself over to Tasmania from here and hug you. And then take our camera’s out and shoot picturers together. And swear and curse …. and laugh. Forget about the pain and the grief. You’re beautiful, with or without them. Because your heart is beautiful Kim.
I agree with Jientje’s comment!!!
Your photos are lovely … rather sad … but lovely!!
…. little steps ….
There’s a bit of a dentures conspiracy, just as there is a childbirth conspiracy. Both are harder than people usually let on and things don’t look or feel the same for a while after. But both are worth it in the end – albeit on rather different emotional scales! I wish you healing of body and spirit. And you’re so obviously not the least bit ugly. Thank you for the photographs 🙂
big hugs
thinking of ya hun