Saturday and Sunday Spent the whole weekend in bed, depressed and trying to recover, with a throbbing tooth and scabs breaking out all over my chin.
Monday Woke up with a horrendous toothache. Took fifty painkillers and dabbed on a ton of oil of cloves. Went to pick up my pills too late; and too late by two fucking hours for the morning-after pill. Had to be fitted with an IUD: a piece of copper wire wrapped around a plastic hook. Indescribable pain as it was pushed into the neck of my womb. Told it could be taken out in a weekand I would not be pregnant.
Tuesday Woke up sad. Went to St. Thomas’s Hospital for a lung scan and a chest medical. Was told I had emphysema. Kept a copy of my breathing test. It amused me, a drawing made of my own breath. Still felt terribly low, knowing that I could end up in an iron lung.
Wednesday The pain in my mouth was unbearable. Went to the dentist. By now, the oil of cloves had burnt my gums. I had an abcess and a totally fucked tooth that had to be removed. The dentist gave me some antibiotics - and a cast of my own teeth.
Thursday Couldn’t believe it was only a week ago that I went out and had a good time.