Back from the dead.

As you might have realised (or not) it has been a while since I've updated my blog. This is because  during my three day trip to Barcelona my wisdom tooth started growing. The pain. My ear, all my other teeth, my head, my neck, my throat were in so much pain. I think sleeping in hostels and being under a hot sun surrounded my millions and trillions of tourists did not help the pain. Even after visiting dozens of pharmacies and obtaining a little analgesic spray and pills the pain was still getting worse. I know I have a little pain threshold, if any, but it was just horrific.

As soon as I arrived back in Seville I started calling up all the dentists. Out of at least 35, only one was open during the summer and after giving them a ring and telling them in my clumsy Spanish that "my last tooth is hurting"  I get an appointment that same day.

As I enter in the waiting room, nearly crying of happiness I was so happy to finally be in safe hands the lady gives me an enormous questionnaire in Spanish. The first bit was fine, even though I could not remember my post code. But then they asked you at least 30 questions about different illnesses and what kind of pain you were feeling... It felt like I was sitting a Spanish exam again and if I got anything wrong  I might die.

Then I sat in the dentist's chair, she did an X-Ray and told me I had an infection and that my tooth did not have any space and that it will have to be removed. She then does a big clean up of that tooth and injects things and it hurt but Mika was singing in the backround which made it nearly pleasant. After the little mint drink (why I love going to the dentist) she prescribes me tons of medicines and antibiotics.

The following hours and night was horrible. I had at least 39°C fever which made me shiver (in Seville), the worst poo poo problem I think anyone has ever experienced, bad stomach cramps and all the other pains I had times 10. So I give the dentist a ring, a little scared I might have not reacted too well to the antibiotics. After visiting her, she sends me to the A&E. There all thanks to my Spanish I manage to direct myself to the mouth specialist emergencies. There they inject me with stuff as I had not been eating anything and I was very dehydrated then they redo an X-Ray and tell me my tooth is in perfect position and will not need to be removed but change my antibiotics. The whole thing in Spanish was a little frustrating at times since when you're unwell you just cannot be bothered but it was a good experience I guess.

Then as my tooth got better my poo poo problem got worse. I'll spare you the details but over the past four days I could not even leave the flat, nor eat. After a couple of embarrassing moments I decide enough is enough and leave to see the pharmacist. She gave me this miracle thing which meant that withing hours I was better... Woooohooooo.  

Here is to sum up my week  

Food ate 

 a bowl of rice

a piece of bread

a yogurt, apple juice

coca-cola

water

medicines 

Times I went to the toilet 60-84 times

Number of pills I was taking a day 12-14

Estimated weight loss 2kg

Most watched program on Spanish television 

Big Cat (the safari people who follow the jaguars and lions in Africa)