Snarfy meeble craaarck smishny rark.

The above subject line means nothing. It is a fairly decent rendering of the lingual capabilities I've been left with since Thursday.

Thurday evening: spent actually sobbing in pain to the point Mikey actually asked what was wrong. My mum was even on the verge of calling the emergency dentist but didn't, saying it was pointless. My dad said he would take me to the hospital but doubted it would actually help, especially after the horrific story Natasha told me about A&E's lack of dental facilities (her A&E unit didn't even know there was a 24hr emergency dentist they could call, and left her to the machinations of an idiot doctor). Managed to get some sleep, after a fashion.

Friday: Woke up at like, 8am or whatever when my mum & dad went to work. Looked in the mirror. My face was so puffed up I looked like, I swear to God, a hamster. Went downstairs to the telly, wrapped myself up in my big purple comforter and spent the day in front of the telly, only about half-aware of what was going on. Drifted in and out of sleep. Remember seeing a bit of the Ralph Fiennes starring Wuthering Heights, but not all of it. Was conscious enough to realise that it's where Triumvirate's Remus Lupin got a lot of his icons. Roused myself a little more later in the day, especially when my mum turned up from work. She promptly burst into laughter and said I looked like a hamster. She had some trouble getting over my new 'look'. Watched some Minder on Granada Plus, but it was with that wanky Gary Somethingorother and not Dennis Waterman as Terry, so didn't pay any attention. Wuthering Heights was repeated in the early evening and I watched it through. Turned out to be only OK. Ended up eating nothing and fell into a fevered sort of sleep in front of Thunderball and Vh1 Classic. Actually roused myself when the video for 'The Irish Rover' by The Dubliners & The Pogues came on! Went up to bed when my dad got up at 7am.

Developed a headache in the evening which still lingers a little. It's always nice to have one half of your face an aching balloon and the top bit thumping.

Saturday: After no food and very bad sleep, I actually nearly passed out just from going upstairs to bed. I had the whole ringing ears, pumping heart, nausea thing. Finally fell asleep at some point. Woke up at like, five to three in the afternoon, just in time to watch The Audrey Hepburn Story on Channel Five. It's rare that the subject of a biopic can be matched by the actor (At the moment I can only think of Glenn Miller/James Stewart) but it's rare to see an icon lowered to the vacuous level of Jennifer Love Hewitt. She was truly annoying as dear Miss Hepburn, and the way the film ends at Breakfast at Tiffany's was frankly annoying and lazy. Audrey did so much great work after Breakfast at Tiffany's, which is hardly her most shining moment in my opinion (but that might be because I prefer the ending in Capote's story). Not to mention the fact that they just nod briefly to her hard work for Unicef at the end. I say to thee, pah!

Managed to actually eat today, to a point. Had cup-a-soup in my Central Perk mug. The state of my mouth is such that I had difficulty getting a fucking teaspoon into it. My mum & dad both said the puffiness has gone down a lot, but it doesn't feel that way. My brother came home from Vickey's (he's visiting for t'weekend) and just started laughing. Was quite mean of him, but I'm nothing if not able to see the funny side. Was kinda nice to hear Vickey tell him to stop being mean, though. Ate chicken soup, but had to give up on the noodles. Watched chunks of Goldeneye.

Am going to go to bed soon. It's aching again and if I've a chance of getting to my work experience placement on Monday, I really need to work out this sleeping normally thing. Part of me almost hopes my tooth will still be fucked by then, not least because I'm not getting it properly fixed or whatever until Wednesday. That's a long time to look like a hamster.

Any experts out there: Are antibiotics meant to make one half of your face swell like this? Is it part of battling the infection or something?

Love and hugs,

Hamster Girl.

Snarfy meeble craaarck smishny rark.

The above subject line means nothing. It is a fairly decent rendering of the lingual capabilities I've been left with since Thursday.

Thurday evening: spent actually sobbing in pain to the point Mikey actually asked what was wrong. My mum was even on the verge of calling the emergency dentist but didn't, saying it was pointless. My dad said he would take me to the hospital but doubted it would actually help, especially after the horrific story Natasha told me about A&E's lack of dental facilities (her A&E unit didn't even know there was a 24hr emergency dentist they could call, and left her to the machinations of an idiot doctor). Managed to get some sleep, after a fashion.

Friday: Woke up at like, 8am or whatever when my mum & dad went to work. Looked in the mirror. My face was so puffed up I looked like, I swear to God, a hamster. Went downstairs to the telly, wrapped myself up in my big purple comforter and spent the day in front of the telly, only about half-aware of what was going on. Drifted in and out of sleep. Remember seeing a bit of the Ralph Fiennes starring Wuthering Heights, but not all of it. Was conscious enough to realise that it's where Triumvirate's Remus Lupin got a lot of his icons. Roused myself a little more later in the day, especially when my mum turned up from work. She promptly burst into laughter and said I looked like a hamster. She had some trouble getting over my new 'look'. Watched some Minder on Granada Plus, but it was with that wanky Gary Somethingorother and not Dennis Waterman as Terry, so didn't pay any attention. Wuthering Heights was repeated in the early evening and I watched it through. Turned out to be only OK. Ended up eating nothing and fell into a fevered sort of sleep in front of Thunderball and Vh1 Classic. Actually roused myself when the video for 'The Irish Rover' by The Dubliners & The Pogues came on! Went up to bed when my dad got up at 7am.

Developed a headache in the evening which still lingers a little. It's always nice to have one half of your face an aching balloon and the top bit thumping.

Saturday: After no food and very bad sleep, I actually nearly passed out just from going upstairs to bed. I had the whole ringing ears, pumping heart, nausea thing. Finally fell asleep at some point. Woke up at like, five to three in the afternoon, just in time to watch The Audrey Hepburn Story on Channel Five. It's rare that the subject of a biopic can be matched by the actor (At the moment I can only think of Glenn Miller/James Stewart) but it's rare to see an icon lowered to the vacuous level of Jennifer Love Hewitt. She was truly annoying as dear Miss Hepburn, and the way the film ends at Breakfast at Tiffany's was frankly annoying and lazy. Audrey did so much great work after Breakfast at Tiffany's, which is hardly her most shining moment in my opinion (but that might be because I prefer the ending in Capote's story). Not to mention the fact that they just nod briefly to her hard work for Unicef at the end. I say to thee, pah!

Managed to actually eat today, to a point. Had cup-a-soup in my Central Perk mug. The state of my mouth is such that I had difficulty getting a fucking teaspoon into it. My mum & dad both said the puffiness has gone down a lot, but it doesn't feel that way. My brother came home from Vickey's (he's visiting for t'weekend) and just started laughing. Was quite mean of him, but I'm nothing if not able to see the funny side. Was kinda nice to hear Vickey tell him to stop being mean, though. Ate chicken soup, but had to give up on the noodles. Watched chunks of Goldeneye.

Am going to go to bed soon. It's aching again and if I've a chance of getting to my work experience placement on Monday, I really need to work out this sleeping normally thing. Part of me almost hopes my tooth will still be fucked by then, not least because I'm not getting it properly fixed or whatever until Wednesday. That's a long time to look like a hamster.

Any experts out there: Are antibiotics meant to make one half of your face swell like this? Is it part of battling the infection or something?

Love and hugs,

Hamster Girl.