DeeKnow’s Grotto

Despite my hopes that the weather would stop me making it to the dentists yesterday things actually seemed to have fined up nicely by the time I was due to get going. I left myself plenty of time to get across town, threw one mighty leg over the push-bike and off I went

As luck would have it I was about 3km into the journey when phase two of tropical storm Hamiltron came pounding down at me out of the suddenly darkened skies. Being uncharacteristically prepared I happened to have a jacket in my backpack so pulled over to fit it before getting back onto the slippery road. Despite the delay things were still looking OK for a reasonable arrival.

The Gods had other plans however. Just as I was passing Claudelands showgrounds I got that uncomfortable bike wobbling feeling that my rear tire was hurridly deflating. Sure enough I'd punctured and had to pull over lest I wrecked my flash rear rim. By now the rain had stopped so it was off with the wets and cycle shoes and into a comfortable walking attire. Another few minutes wasted and I was still a couple of km's short.

Even though I'm in an embarrasingly unfit state at the moment I figured that I could surely manage an easy jog for a distance of 2km to make up time. How wrong could I be !! I swear I only managed about 300m before I had to back off to a quick walk to catch my breath. Then I spotted a couple of young ladies approaching down the footpath so went back up to a slow trot for another few hundred metres before my lungs demanded I take another break.

Successfully avoiding a coronary I eventually made it to the surgery, weazed my way in the door and presented an excuse to an unsympathetic receptionist. I was promptly summonsed through to be given my usual critical oral hygeine review by my friendly dentist. He made his standard assault on my gums and nerve endings, took a couple of x-rays for good measure and put in a plug for the excessively priced electric toothbrush brand that he clearly is on commission for.

I was then quickly dispatched with orders to return for some more wallet-emptying torture in a weeks time. I made the journey to the dentists to improve my well-being, but for some reason I left the surgery feeling used and abused, guilt laden and somewhat dirtier. And to top it all off I got to pay for the privalege.

God I love Dentists!!!

12:39:37 PM