The day I had been long waiting and dreading in equal measure had finally arrived… and I had the flu…
Suspecting some kind of conspiracy, I knew I had to keep this appointment, even if it meant I crawled there on my hands and knees. I had been patient, endured endless days of torment, wondering if the outcome would ever be worth the wait.
Today I would find out.
I felt like death warmed over, my throat raw and my body wracked with pain. I couldn’t stop coughing, my head was splitting and befuddled with copious amounts of paracetamol. My voice had been reduced to a croak and I had trouble walking a straight line in my weakened condition. I was in no fit state to keep this appointment and I knew it. Fate had decided to throw one last spoke in my wheel and yet I knew that if I gave up now, I would never have the strength to fight it again.
As the time of my appointment drew near, I argued all the pros and cons.
I was clutching at straws by this time, trying to justify the state of me with what might happen if I managed to stagger down the road. But I knew myself far too well. I would stagger down the road and defy him to send me home… my new teeth would fit… and the fresh air would do me good. I could pull this off, hell, I had done worse in my time and none the worse for it.
If it all goes pear-shaped, at least I can lie on my deathbed and smile at the world with a brand new set of pearly white teeth!
Later that day…
I walked slowly into town, and with every step, convinced I was mad and about to reap the results of my insanity. Not only was the building where I had last seen it, the dentist had turned up too. Two out of three is not bad, so I waited for the sword of Damocles to claim the last one. This was not to be, for the new teeth had turned up too.
To cut a long story short, and after much pushing, prodding and various bits were smoothed off, I walked home, still feeling like crap, but grinning at everyone I met with a set of teeth that didn’t feel like my own.
It will take a while, he says, before they feel normal again, due mainly to the length of time I have been without them. I could have said so much at that point, but I really didn’t have the energy…
Today, we have done something else for the very first time!
Our latest WIP, Lazy Days, is on pre release on Amazon Kindle. Not exactly sure how this works, but D E Haggerty encouraged us to do it. No book link yet, but http://amazon.com/author/anitadawes will get you to the right place. I hope!
The publication date is January 8th, to coincide with the start of our blog tour .
As you can see, there are a few empty places available, so if you would like to be a part of the fun and games in the New Year, let us know?
I had half an hour before the man came to install the new bannister rail so I decided to nip to the market.
I crossed the road from my house, hardly reaching the pavement when one of those alien people came towards me, head down and holding a mobile phone where his face should be.
Now, as a rule, they see you coming from the corner of their eye, but not this one. I stepped to the right. So did he. I stepped to the left, he did the same, and we seemed to be doing a two-step.
Now I know this happens all the time with people without mobiles for faces, and is usually quick and you are on your way.
Not this one. He wouldn’t look up from the phone and by now I was getting annoyed so I let him have both barrels. “Will you stand ******* still so I can get to where I’m going?”
He looked up with a smile on his face, and I guess he wasn’t expecting a woman of my age to have such a mouth on her. He looked to be in his mid-twenties and for a second I thought I might get a mouthful back.
To my surprise, he grabbed my arms and danced me around in a kind of waltz. When he stopped, I was facing my front door, showing me just how far I hadn’t got. He kissed my cheek and wished me a Merry Christmas, leaving me standing there with my mouth open.
For a woman of my age that was quite a moment, and I watched as he went on his way, mobile in his face again, neatly sidestepping the people who came towards him.
I stood there with a stupid smile on my face, wondering if any of the neighbours had been watching. If any of them were, they probably thought I had lost my mind. I decided to wait for the bannister man, before taking a second shot at getting to the market.
Hopefully, I wouldn’t bump into any more strange men…
Have you ever had the feeling that you have bitten off more than you can chew?
Well, right now I seem to have a mouthful!
I have just finished re-editing my first book, Nine Lives. This was after making the mistake of actually opening the book and reading a few pages. After I got over the shock of seeing how bad it was, I realised it needs either a major new edit or bin it. That wasn’t really an option, so I spent a couple of weeks going over it with a fine-toothed comb.
It now has a brand new cover and is republished on Amazon.
I have to finish the formatting for the paperback version, then I will have restored the status quo for this book at least. I will be repeating this process for my other two books, for they might need an overhaul too!
At the same time, I have been busy editing our holiday memoir, Lazy Days, getting it ready for publication. We wanted to enter it with Kindlescout but they don’t accept novellas.
If you remember, we entered in 2015 with Let it Go….. and I thought it did well. It didn’t win, but I enjoyed the exciting process!
Now, what else have we been doing?
Oh yes, we have announced a book tour for Lazy Days in January 2018. The 8th to the 12th, if anyone wants to take part!
We will be taking part in Lizzie Chantree’s book tour in January for Ninja School Mum, and I am reviewing Sacha Black’s book Keepers for Rosie Ambers review team.
Seriously thinking of making some new book trailers too and I have been trying to make sense of my writing/ blogging bible. Over the years, so much information has been added, changed or deleted; it’s a bit of a mess. So I bought myself a new book to transcribe all the valuable stuff into. This undertaking might be the straw that breaks this camel’s back as I can’t make sense of my scribble. Why on earth did I let get it into such a mess in the first place?
Oh yes, we are planning a massive promotion for Anita’s book, Let it Go, starting with a Kindle promo next week. For some reason, we have neglected this book and this won’t do at all. So you have been warned!
Although we are very busy at the moment, I haven’t been able to do much work on PayBack, my new WIP, and not happy about that at all. But I am discovering that there is only so much you can get an ageing brain to cope with, unfortunately.
It occurs to me that doing one thing at a time sounds like a better idea, but how can you, when there is so much you want to do?
Seven black and white photos…
Challenge someone new each day… Anyone?
Several months ago, I had to have a tooth out. It just couldn’t be saved, so it had to go. This resulted in my needing a new denture. At the time, whatever could go wrong promptly did and what they came up with just didn’t fit.
I don’t know why, but from their comments and excuses, I think they thought it was my fault!
Before I continue, I have to mention that my dentist, for the want of a better word, is National Health and I am an old age pensioner. Which means, basically, that I don’t pay for my treatment. Whether this explains the slipshod attitude towards my mouth, and me I cannot say. But I was told in no uncertain terms that I would have to wait until three months had passed before they could try again. Something to do with my entitlement…
Well, I did complain, but they wouldn’t budge.
So I waited…
In the interim, two more teeth decided to give up the ghost, developing nasty abscesses in the gum and they had to be removed too. Not a simple procedure either and they came out in pieces. Despite this ordeal, I considered myself lucky, as it could easily have happened after I had the new denture. That’s if you ever do, said the voice of niggling doubt!
Time has elapsed and I now have just two more appointments for fittings before they are ready, although I am not holding my breath!
So far, I have been without any top teeth for months, and I am getting REALLY fed up with soft food. There is only so much porridge a person can stomach you know. Although I have learned to successfully suck a slice of toast to death…
…and I did come into my own at Halloween, my toothless grin was very popular.
You wouldn’t believe what really upsets me though…
No matter how carefully I try, I can’t talk properly!
The family think this is all amusing, but they have no idea how hard it has been. How many different foods I have picked up to eat, only to realise I can’t and have to give up walk away. And before you ask, I haven’t lost any weight!
Stubborn as ever, I even tried sucking my way through a bag of crisps, but they just made my mouth sore.
So in four weeks’ time, with all my fingers crossed and a prevailing wind, I might just be able to smile at the world again and eat what the hell I like!