120 days of night is the term I use to describe the Winter period here in Ontario because that’s what it feels like. We got off lightly last year but all the forecasters, professional and otherwise, are telling us we’re going to get a battering this year. If the levels of snow that have fallen over the past three days are anything to go by then there’ll probably be an increase in the seasonal suicide rate in these parts come April.
I hate the winter season for many reasons, not least the fact that it’s fucking freezing cold and somewhere therein lies the Christmas period (yuck), and this time round the beginning of the snow was accompanied by a new pain that I’ve never had to deal with before, namely a tooth extraction.
Around 25 years ago I had a root canal job done by an RAF dentist and sometime in the past 7 years that same tooth broke in half but wasn’t painful due to the tooth having no nerves to speak of. Recently though it became abscessed and I had booked in to get the root canal redone as, apparently, the RAF dentist didn’t do that good a job. Anyway, off I popped two days ago to get it attended to and after scraping about a bit the dentist informed me that the decay had broken all the way through the bottom of one of the tooth roots (it was an upper deck molar) so the decision was taken to yank it out…a first for me in all my years man and boy.
7 needles full of anaesthetic saw to it that I didn’t feel any pain during the extraction, just a lot of pressure and a strange cracking noise transmitted through my jaw to inside my head. Of course the freezing has long worn off and now the pain is way worse than before I went in to have it done so I’m leaning heavily on good old T3’s (Tylenol 3 for those who don’t know) to see me through this stage of the procedure.
Moving swiftly on and changing tack completely I’m strongly considering a rethink on the punting side of things. The markets on Betfair, particularly on the footy, are so tight it’s driving me mad. That, coupled with the fact that the game of football itself has changed to a point that it’s almost unrecognisable to the game I grew up playing and watching, makes me want to give it up for betting purposes altogether and go back to an equally bent sport, that being horseracing. Or I could just stop betting altogether but one thing is for sure and that is that I need a completely fresh look at the way I do things.
Just as this post starts to get interesting I’m going to sign off. I’ll save my betting related woes for another post. This post was just for my mate Paddy who wanted a new thread to post insults at Bob V because the thread currently being used takes too long to load on his netbook. So can all you Vegas haters (you know who you are) start using this thread for the abuse until it becomes unmanageable then we’ll start anew. Cheers chaps 🙂