The inevitable fall

Obviously, that tiny bit of validation did go to my head, because a few days later, I bit into a sandwich and broke a near-the-front tooth. After a few days, I gathered up enough courage to go to the dentist, because I realised it was abcessing and, well, I knew I would have to get it fixed sooner or later and putting it off wouldn't make it any cheaper.
It was worse than that - it was unfixable. I shall have to have it out and have a denture, which made me feel 105.
Having some kind of plate with a tooth suspended from it, is not going to do anything for my self esteem, but what I really wanted to ask the dentist was: what happens when you kiss? I mean -- really? will it get hooked out by an adventurous tongue? Not that I have anyone around to find out, in practical terms, but no one wants to think that they won't have a 'someone' in the future - even if they are very old already.
At least, it won't cost me anything, but that is only a tiny consolation.
It made me remember thatI am still waiting to hear back from the Dental Hospital about my other implant - maybe, if they like me, really really like me, they would put me on the list for this one too. It's something to hold onto, anyway.
I fear, however that they don't approve of my refusal to participate in their drug trial and I may be lucky to get the original tooth fixed, let alone this one.

Pride swells my bosom

I am made up! I just discovered that I have been awarded 1st place in my exams last summer. It has taken the authorities 6 months to tell me this, but better late than never, eh?
Last year, this success would have come with a pleasantly robust cheque and I thought (yes!!) that I might be receiving the same this year, but they appear to have changed the rules and a relatively paltry sum was enclosed.
I wonder if I will be the beneficiary of the the same ceremony that they had last year, complete with the wearing of gowns and the presentation of certificates. Maybe that has also been done away with. After all, the University has to cut back somewhere, as they have to raise money for their newest project- the Gateway design competition.
Incidentally, pride had better not swell my bosom, as I have enough problems in that area already. Or my head.
But...whooo-ee, I'm pleased with myself (even though I do think it undeserved)!