
A single inadvertent chomp on a Curly Wurly and I was waving goodbye to my two week old filling. Just a little nibble, on the other side of my mouth; what could possibly go wrong? A second’s distraction. Should soft caramel make a crunching noise? No, clearly not. Obviously my own fault, but it saddens me to know that once my tooth has been repaired, Curly Wurlys must be removed from my diet forever and onward. Likewise the two mini Chomps I had hidden for future use. If I’m honest, I do recall that the tooth made a very strange noise two days previously whilst I was eating a roast potato – yes, a roast potato; surely not the greatest of challenges for a newly refurbed gnasher. Anyway, for now, here I am, running along with every intake of cool air twanging across my recently emasculated molar like a soft pick on a detuned ukulele. It’s depressing. Of the many things I expected old age to bring to me, I did not consider talcum powder teeth.
Running does somehow attune your head to the body, meaning that you become ever more conscious of the corrosive effects that time has upon mortal flesh. I run in my contact lenses because glasses steam up, get rained on, fall off, and I dare not go ocularly commando because I cannot see beyond the end of my nose without something to enhance focus. I would not recognise a familiar face until I had fallen over the owner; would not see the bus until I had caused it to stop in the most inopportune of fashions. I am limited, even in lenses. I have to make myself stop before crossing roads as all traffic becomes invisible to me if I am moving. Joint-wise I am okey-dokey except for the hips, the knees and the ankles. Everything below the waist aches after a run but, crucially, everything aches even more if I do not exercise. Knees and ankles have long been a problem, but the hip, although late to the party, has now joined in with a vengeance. It is the only joint that keeps me awake at night these days, although calf muscles have started to ache in the wee hours in a manner that suggests that they have heretofore been somewhat left behind in the atrophy stakes, but they are making every effort to come up on the rails now.
Anyway, my dentist informs me that I cannot be fitted in for another two weeks because I need an extended appointment that is not available until that point. What a lovely, relaxing thought, that re-fixing my recently fixed tooth will require an even more extended period of horizontal panic. I would have liked to have got this all sorted whilst I was on furlough, but unfortunately I am neither bleeding to death nor unable to eat, so there is no rush in these Covid-ruled times. I am well down the pecking order and, if I’m honest, I’m not in great pain so that’s ok. Until I cannot successfully gum on a gently wilting banana, I will live. And until the body finally decides that the downward trend of bodily vigour reaches terminal velocity, I will run – and if that doesn’t prove that the brain is going, nothing does…
Today’s top plodders:
- Silly Love – 10cc
- It’s a Beautiful World – Noel Gallagher
- Smells Like Teen Spirit – Nirvana
- Supremacy – Muse
- Avonmore – Bryan Ferry
- All my Life – Foo Fighters
- Steel Town – Big Country
- Cocaine – Eric Clapton (again – time for a new playlist)
The previous instalment of the running diary ‘The Running Man and Birthdays’ is here.
The next instalment of the running diary ‘The Running Man in the Dark’ is here.
The first part of the running diary ‘Couch to 5k’ is here.
I had fears from seeing the title, but thankfully it seems it wasn’t quite as painful as Dustin Hoffman’s tooth trouble.
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Ooh Lordy. That made me wince just thinking about it 😬
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Oooh, that one really bites.
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😂
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Lost a molar to an unpopped popcorn kernel a couple years back. I get mighty nervous when I’m reaching the end of the popcorn bag these days.
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Intransigent little buggers those unopposed kernels
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Yep.
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Sadly I have a crown that abdicated last week. Now I lacerate my tongue when speaking, there’s a touch of the Kenneth Williams to my speech now.
A hobbled together play list if you want;
Walk A Mile In My Shoes- Bryan Ferry.
Everybody Hurts- REM.
Strange Condition- Peter Yorn
Out Of Focus Mick- Jagger
Sleepwalk- Renee Olsted
Bed Of Nails- Paul Heaton/ Jacqui Abbott
Agony- Eels
Rising Red Lung- Wilco.
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Excellent. I will give it a go
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I’m sorry. That is a genuine bummer.
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Thanks Herb. Over confidence in the original work. Nothing chewy from now on though
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I feel so sorry about your molar. My organs may be decaying inside of me but my teeth are still sound. I was thinking about taking up running but your second paragraph has convinced me otherwise. Thanks for that.
Even listening to that great playlist isn’t enough encouragement for what you describe.
Keep laughing
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Never be swayed by my second paragraph. Congratulations about your teeth. I wish your organs well
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The second paragraph makes a compelling argument
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