Moreover, this afternoon I became an orphan. It's been three weeks since my dad is gone and now my mom has joined him on the other side as well. They're fine I suppose, South America is really beautiful in this time of the year. I never minded being home alone, but since I'm not feeling that good it would be nice to have some company. Sambo is the best cuddling partner, no doubt about it, and Čompo is quite ok to talk to (even though he repeats himself too much).
On Monday came the first snow this year, but I somehow couldn't be as enthusiastic about it as usually. Winter, my time of the year, and snow, my big love, but the good mood didn't want to join me. The week passed by quite quickly, probably because I had something to look forward to on Friday – I had to have my wisdom tooth pulled out, what could be better. Surprisingly and totally unexpectedly this tooth pulling was the highlight of the week and I think it was the first time this week I had a good laugh. Gregor drove me to the centre, he went to find a parking space and I went towards the dentist's office, convincing myself I wasn't afraid and that this time it will be much less stressful than the first time (they had to remove the first wisdom tooth surgically and to do it, they covered my head with a white sheet so that only my mouth was uncovered, and after the procedure they took off a red sheet…). My wonderful dentist was already waiting for me, so we got to business. First injection, ouch. Second injection, double ouch. While we were waiting for the injections to start working, my dentist gave me instructions for the following days, among others which drugs I should take. In less than a minute he was sweating more than I was as I asked him if any of these drugs contain ephedrin as I once had a reaction to it – a flu medication contained ephedrin and after an hour of lying on the couch I though my heart was going a bit fast and my vision was a bit blurred. I took my mom's heart rate measurer from the table and it showed my heart was going a mere 200 beats per minute. Since the dentist wasn't sure what caused this reaction, he got pretty worried as the painkiller he gave me could also contain this substance. After a few minutes it was obvious I was ok, so he and the nurse started operation Wisdom tooth. And finished it too, because the tooth was out in less than a minute. But if you think I was out in a minute too, think again. I was so reliefed that the procedure went that quickly and painlessly that I just wanted to smile and laugh; then the dentist, poor ignorant soul, made the fatal mistake of telling me to bite together, but not too quickly and not too much because he still needs his fingers. He couldn't get nowhere near my mouth for two minutes cause I was laughing so hard the first minute he could only wait for me to stop, and after a minute he and the nurse started laughing as well, so they got incapacitated themselves. After I calmed down a bit I remembered there where two girls in the waiting room and that they probably haven't heard a roar of laughter from a dentist's office yet. So we started laughing again. Before leaving the office I told my dentist that the next time I have a bad week I'll come to get another tooth pulled out, it's definitely cheaper than shopping and I also get a good laugh at it. When I got into the waiting room the two girls where staring at me with such an expression of shock that I, of course, started laughing again. At that moment Gregor came, surprised I was already out, and laughing! We waited there for 15 minutes to make sure everything was ok with me (at least in the dentist sense) and then we went home.
In the afternoon it started snowing again. At first I didn't plan to go for a walk as it is still a good idea to avoid cold after such a procedure, but I changed my mind. Who knows how many snowy walks we'll experience, we have to make the best out of each one. And so we went. Two friends, together in the dark and the silence, which was interrupted only by the screeching of the snow beneath our feet. The streets have a special charm at nightime, even more so if it's snowing. I often call Sambo Waffle, and this night he surely looked like one, a waffle sprinkled with sugar; it's funny to see him, the blackster, sprinkled with snowflakes on the top. And he races around, with his ears folded back on hs shoulder blades and a big smile over his face, so quickly that his feet almost unbuckle… Without him I would never know the charm of night walks in the snow, even with a hole in your gums and a swollen cheek. Thank you for your company, Sambek, you're the best!
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