Saturday 15 June 2013

Local News, teeth extractions, blood, persian carpets, and good bicycles

Saturday Today Dear wife and I rode bicycles 5km to the shops near where we will be living, sat and had breakfast at café and drew up our plans for moving house, who to contact, what to do etc. Lots of fun!!!! then went and looked at Cyrus Persian Carpets for some rug for lounge room...something traditional, Persian, yet very Roman, and yet very Chinese... made with hand stitched polypropylene in yellow, red and gold...and found it.
 
Friday, Yesterday, was quite a day. I was supposed to go to Orientation for a job I've now got as 'mental health counsellor' but had to go to dentist instead with abscess to 2 teeth, looking like The Elephant Man and drooling and weeping etc...not such a good day...this intense Physical Pain is a real bastard of a thing. Injecting the anaesthetic straight into the nerve, as I agreed to have done with the young Iranian dentist, was hellish at the time, but quite effective to do the extractions quickly on the spot, even though, 24 hours later, the left side of my face still doesn't actually work...I'm sure it will work one day...and I am 2 large teeth lighter in weight...which is good for exercise/dieting etc.
 
Thursday, day before yesterday, we rode the bicycles for about 25kms and had a wonderful exhausting day looking around. Perfect Cairns tropical winter weather. Clean air. Something Dear wife hasn't breathed for quite some time. The Bangkok air is fundamentally toxic now with dry chemical dust and faeces and carbon drifting and a stagnant 38 degrees the norm for 6 months.
 
Our bicycles: a black Messina Cross hybrid, and a Giant Basic Roam bike...just excellent machines...not expensive, fast as you want to be, and comfortable....riding along, stopping every now and then to spit out some blood and to take the antibiotic, the analgesia, and the non-steroidal anti-inflammatory, swigged down with some bottled spring water... Life is Good even when it hurts like hell. To be with the one you love, well, nothing can come close to that in joy.

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