Saxon is away for work up near Gladstone for 3 weeks, he left on Sunday. Surprisingly my anxiety has stayed under control seeing this is the longest he has ever left me.
Until Monday night.
My fucking teeth kept me awake ALL night. No exaggeration - all night, no sleep at all. Went to the dentist yesterday (thank god mum is on holidays) and ended up getting an extraction and I have two abscesses and another extraction is booked in for Tuesday afternoon. I’m on anti biotics and pain killers. Took 7 needles to numb my mouth so I couldn’t feel her ripping my tooth out, and if you know me, I have a MASSIVE phobia of the dentist so I cried the whole time and was squeezing the absolute shit out of mums hand.
My jaw is so sore and swollen. Feels like my mouth has been ripped apart. And it’s starting to get cold at night and on top of that I’m sick with a head cold.
I have a friend who is staying with me because she got kicked out of home so that’s good. And David’s helped me as much as he can but he is really sick with tonsillitis, I took him to the doctor and the chemist this morning and got him sorted out. He’s been here all day watching The Walking Dead.
I miss my husband and cuddles 😔