Sunday, 21 October 2012

Day 11 - Traffic

Well like I said last night it was am early start this morning and had half an hour to be up and out the door. Normally this would have been easy for me as I go at rates of knots most of the time however when it takes forever to eat and even longer to rinse, brush and mouthwash your teeth and mouth this proved a challenge.

Also one thing I have taken for granted is at my home, like any normal person, have a mirror in front of my sink which is invaluable when brushing my teeth as when you have no idea of where your mouth is let alone feel your teeth brushing without seeing is near impossible. My mum's home where I stayed last night however does not and I found myself drooling all over the bathroom floor in order just to be able to see my teeth in the mirror thus creating more work (well for her, having to mop, I just walked out) :)

So we drove all the way to Birmingham today 136 odd miles took about 3 hours to get there which isn't bad. However both my mum and brother's crazy driving skills left me needing Codeine and anything else I could get my hands upon, not a pleasant experience having to hold your jaw in the car, every bump feeling like it could dislodge your new face. I also have driven myself now this was good fun getting back behind the wheel people stare loads when at traffic lights! One thing I cannot do yet which is annoying me more then I thought it would is singing, I am by no means a good singer (my housemate tells me I sing opera style) however I love music and if I try to sing along even deafens my ears so therefore will be kind to the public around me and not even attempt too yet.

We got stuck in horrendous traffic coming back, luckily I slept a great deal of the journey due to doing a lot of walking and feeling utterly exhausted however my kind, loving, wonderful mother and brother stopped at service station and got a KFC and thought that by buying me a milkshake that would compensate for the beautiful aromas of chicken on the way home... NOT!

Got to spent an evening with a fabulous friend although talking is so much hard work, I used to be cursed with the gift of the gab or verbal diarrohoea as my mum calls it however I now appreciate silence and just doing nothing but sitting with my mouth hung open allowing rest and comfort. Sexy!



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