Sunday, 7 September 2008

While I slept through a haze of painkillers, Jackie was busy calling dentists and hospitals and the PCT. She woke me about 9:00 am with a cup of tea, a fistful of drugs, and the welcome news that we were going to Borehamwood to see a dentist. It was a traumatic few hours, but Jackie was determined to save me, and the dentist (the talented Alan Lightstone) was equally determined to save the good name of his profession.

When the errant tooth was finally removed, my joy knew no bounds. How did people cope before modern medicine? Even now, how would I have coped without Jackie? Not well.

All in all, not the most pleasant week off I have ever taken - but without Jackie it would have been far worse!