I had a typical ‘Ashley Week’ recently, starting with a trip to the dentist that I had been putting off for nearly 12 months to get my front teeth out. That will, of course, add to my running-into-the-back-of-a-bus look.
A little bit of history … I passed out at the dentist a few years ago and ended up in hospital. So, the only good thing about me going to the dentist is that the staff are as nervous as me.
The team members at Currey Jorgensen, as usual, were fantastic in dealing with a 68-year-old baby.
No front teeth for three months is what I had in front of me, albeit with a retainer to put in after I got my stitches out.
So, for a little over a week, I was getting around like I had a roll of cotton in the roof of my mouth. But other than that, I was starting to feel okay and sort of glad that I had eventually plucked up enough courage to get it done.
Of course, I had a lisp that made me sound like a cross between Elmer Fudd and Bugs Bunny but that kept Old Mate amused, mimicking me every time I stumbled over a syllable, which was “freewquentley”!
Towards the end of the week, I started feeling good but had a couple of days at home – just so I didn’t scare anyone (more than normal).
George the dog, my best mate, was really enjoying that. He and I share a pool chair at the front of the house that looks out into the park.
I like to sit in it and read the paper and when I get up, he gets in – like a game as, once he is in it, he doesn’t give it back.
Well into my recovery, I was sitting in the sun reading and the bloody chair collapsed and down I went in a screaming heap, grazing my backside on the broken plastic on the way down.
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It made a hell of a noise and George came running around the corner. I was thinking he was worried about me but, judging by his reaction, he was distraught about his chair.
The next bystander was Old Mate who came out with her phone to take a photo, in between crying with laughter.
To summarise, we had one dog that was not happy and one wife who was – so much so that she had already texted the photo to the extended family before I had extracted myself from the wreck.
All of a sudden, my mouth wasn’t as sore but my arse was.
Ashley Robinson is chairman of the Sunshine Coast Falcons and Sunshine Coast Thunder Netball, and a lifetime Sunshine Coast resident.
