Categories: vocational-ponderings, health
Tags: toothache
Date: 18 July 2009 11:34:11
I'm turning into a Grumpy Old Woman post the New And Significant Experience I mentioned over in my other blog. Experience being an interview for a course down in the land of Brisk Sea Breezes, Seabirds (the non Francsican variety - smudgie, you might guess where ) and...much to my joy certain end of line retail outlets. (Patron Saint of the High Street, here I come!) Anyway, this was the end of last week, so of course I'm now in the midst of the usual post-interview entrail examinings and hand-wringings: Did I give the incorrect impression here, forget to mention that there, what did they reallly mean when they said such and such...and so on. And don't get started on the old What Ifs, If onlys and attempts to constuct numerous 'Plan Bs' of such complexity that it'd give Enstein a migraine. Oh, and if anybody dares start on the 'Ah yes, but maybe it isn't where God wants you to be' etc etc, I shall gladly put aside Franciscan humility and bop them one over the head with a blunt instrument.
To top it all - the old toothache - wonky gums have caught up with me and I'm living in a happy haze of Ibuprofen and Bonjela. Now, what was it folk used to rub on their baby's gums? Gin?