2 Oct


Today is Thursday, the second of October 2014. The weeks and months seem to pass in a flash. Is it already one week since Peter drove Aileen and me to the centre for the heart move exercises? I can’t believe it. Where has the week gone to? Aileen is one of my neighbours. Last week she came along with me for the first time to see whether these heart move exercises were suitable for her. It turned out that she liked the class very much. So today she wants to come along with me again.

On Friday last week we had our games afternoon at Irene’s place. Erika is back now from her holidays and she invited us to come tomorrow to her place for our games afternoon. Last Saturday, the 27th of September, our beautiful new great-grandson Alexander was born. We spent a wonderful afternoon with him on Sunday. His parents had gone to the hospital just before midnight on Friday. It took less than one hour before little Alex was born. About twelve hours later the parents went already back home with their little bundle of joy.

Peter drove me on Sunday to church for the 9,30 Mass. That Sunday turned out to be quite a warm day already. Then on Monday and Tuesday the temperatures went up to a bit over 30 Degrees Celsius. Peter and I had dental appointments for Tuesday at the Sydney Holistic Dental Centre. We caught the train from Dapto as we always do when we go to the Dental Centre. I had taken an extra cardigan along for the train and Peter had taken a warm jumper along. We knew the air-conditioning on the trains is often turned up much too high on a summery day. And so it was. On our two hour train ride we both were cooled down a lot with the air-conditioning blowing very, very cold air all around us.

We had appointments with one of the Dental Centre’s Dental Hygienists. Our appointments had been made months ago. On Tuesday Peter had had a bad night because he had developed a very bad toothache. Even a lot of painkillers did not make him feel much better. The pain had already started on Monday. He felt like there was an infection in the tooth. It may have resulted in some kind of poisoning wandering around in his head for he could feel it was affecting his brain! But he decided to wait till Tuesday when we had dental appointments anyway. He was lucky, he did get the right kind of treatment by a friendly young dentist at the centre. He killed the nerve of the tooth. It turned out that the infection was a root infection. He drained the infected area, which made Peter feel much better immediately. The dentist said he could have given Peter antibiotics. But these would not have been a guarantee for a cure.

Peter felt totally all right the following day after having had a good sleep. When the Dental Centre rang in the afternoon to ask whether he was feeling okay, he could assure them that he was fine. He said the dentist did a good job. I think this made them happy. But in about four weeks Peter has another appointment to see the dentist who usually treats him. It was only a few days ago when Peter said he is not going to make any more appointments with the Dental Centre for he wants to save the money for another trip to Berlin. Peter likes to make jokes about it, saying now the dentist can go overseas instead!

The Dental Hygienist asked me how I was feeling. I said considering I just turned 80 I do feel all right. I am glad I can still move around, but I said that I did not like this very cold air-conditioning on the train to Sydney.

4 Responses to “UTA’S DIARY”

  1. Robert M. Weiss October 3, 2014 at 6:57 am #

    Uta, I hope Peter feels better. I have had many problems with my teeth, which affected my state of mind and my bank statement!

    • auntyuta October 3, 2014 at 10:01 am #

      This goes for me too, Robert. It’s a shame that we need so much dental treatment, especially as we get so very old! πŸ™‚ But the dentist, who treated Peter a few days ago, did a really good job. Peter is feeling quite all right now. It was so lucky that this dentist could do the right thing straight away.

  2. gerard oosterman October 4, 2014 at 9:50 am #

    Yes, trains do run cold or hot. Our problem with trains is a continuous squeaky noise coming from underneath somewhere. As the train sways there is that noise. I often thought of taking an oil can with me. I am sure it is something to do with suspension. Apart from that, I can’t get over how slow the trains travel. In Germany the goods trains travel at 200km an hour.
    Glad to hear Peter’s teeth have calmed down. The worst thing is a tooth ache.
    Congratulations too for becoming great, great grandparents.

    • auntyuta October 4, 2014 at 10:19 am #

      You are right, Gerard, maybe a bit of oil would make it better. Peter’s tooth ache has been replaced by some other pain. Yesterday, while I was out for my ladies’ afternoon, Peter decided it was the right time to step on a ladder to clean the gutters of an enormous amount of leaves. See, he chose the right time so I could not object to it. He hates having to fight with me about what he can do and what he can’t do. Luckily he accomplished the task without any problems feeling very proud of himself. However in the evening both his legs gave way. He could only walk with severe pain in his legs. Also this morning there is still a lot of pain in his legs. Sometimes it is hard to accept that one gets older and cannot keep up with younger people anymore. Maybe this was just another reminder to adjust a bit more to old age!
      Thanks for the congratulations, Gerard. The joy of being great-grandparents is immense. The more great-grandchildren, the better. Our son in Melbourne has two granddaughters and our daughter here in the Illawarra has now two grandsons. All our great-grandchildren are very lovely. πŸ™‚

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