Coping

I am not so miserable now and after 9 days I am managing better with my temporary tooth.  I read that it can take a couple of months to adjust to something so alien, great I hope I’ll be rid of mine and have my implant in place by March.  Achievements so far include no longer having to slice up a banana, not having to cut up my toast to the size of a postage stamp more the size of a business card and eating if not so much enjoying my first mince pie, which was cut up small.  I think the extraction site is now healed so I shouldn’t worry so much about keeping food away from that area but the sensation of eating with a plastic plate in my mouth doesn’t add much to the pleasure.  We were at friends for drinks and nibbles last week. I swerved the crisps and olives and doubted I could eat the lovely homemade salmon pate on hard little biscuits.  Our host kindly suggested I suck the pate off the biscuits but I did manage to nibble away slowly at three of them. Hey ho it’s not forever as I keep telling myself.

Mario has decided he is taking Vincenzo to his house while we are away, presumably to save himself going twice a week the short distance to fill the feeder although conversely he does say he’s at our house regularly to check everything is ok.  He’s been a few times and not seen Vincenzo though the food is being eaten.  We did suggest he waits until Giovanni has been, he planned to return for a week in December and arrives on Sunday,  Mario doesn’t listen and was at our house again this morning looking for Vincenzo.  I hope he doesn’t find him, if Vincenzo wants to live with Mario he’ll make his way there, but then I’ll worry Mario doesn’t keep the feeder topped up as he’s obviously not enthusiastic about doing so.  That’ll take my mind off my denture.