Quiet restored

The house is empty! The granddaughters have now been returned, older one to Daddy's for a few days and smaller one back to her Mummy and Daddy... There is an amount of clearing up to do but nothing major, and there was nobody to rush in and wake me with a chirpy grin this morning... so I had a looooong lie in!
I spent the bulk of Friday afternoon at the hospital. The mouth ulcer had spread into a massive sore across the inside of my left cheek, very painful. The mouthwashes I had been given really were not helping, and I bought some ointment from the pharmacy - it might have been good but it was so thick and creamy that I couldn't get it to stick to the inside of my cheek - or rather I couldn't get it to part company with my finger! It had reached the stage that I had to take paracetemol to get any sleep, and I woke up unable to speak, eat or drink as I couldn't open my mouth. So Friday morning I rang the hospital and they asked me to come straight round - after I had taken paracetemol to dull the pain so I could speak...
The doctor looked inside my mouth and muttered darkly about the ulcer having burst - tell me something I didn't know! Wasn't feeling too grateful at that point. It was suggested that I might have a touch of thrush, so another mouthwash was added to the cocktail - there were mutterings that I could take an antibacterial mouthwash as well as the anti-thrush one, the antiseptic one and the one to coat the surface of my mouth to protect it - trouble is these mostly need to be taken an hour apart, and then you can't eat for an hour - so I would be in the bathroom gargling most of the day with only four points where I could eat... good for the waistline I guess! However, I am now swilling the anti-thrush one every four hours, and doing the antiseptic one followed directly by the protective coating one morning and night and things are gradually improving. They also suggested I could use Bonjela to dull the pain - hahaha, it does, but the ten seconds after it goes on have me doubled up screaming! Anyway, it's all improving slowly, and hopefully it will be sorted just in time for the next round of treatment.

I have now largely given up bothering to put a scarf on to protect the tender sensitivities of the passing public - baldy women are pretty rare so I do notice a high percentage of stares and suppressed giggles. The truth is that actually I am so used to it being like this now that I forget - so I got most of the way to the pub one evening before remembering, and I wasn't about to go all the way home so I just marched in and sat down. There were a few folks who hadn't seen me before, not sure if they thought it was a skinhead invasion or what, but mostly people got used to the idea fairly quickly and stopped staring. So I shall continue to be bald and proud of it!