So I have 6 hours in Istanbul airport to calm down before the next stage of my journey. I have wandered about, logged in to the internet with my dongle, had a couple of coffees in Starbucks and bought my duty frees. Still nearly 3 hours to go < sigh >
I have doubts now about the dentist I found in Milas this week. I thought he was very thorough. He did ask many questions about my health, one of which concerned allergies. I informed him of my allergy to penicillin which was duly noted.
I was concerned about my bottom front teeth and gums as they had been sore for some days. I suggested I might need antibiotics because I had something similar a couple of years ago and antibiotics cleared it up. He didn't agree and prescribed anti-inflamatories and a mouthwash, but it didn't improve. In fact it got gradually worse. I had an appointment for a scale and polish on Tuesday but because I had bashed my knee I couldn't walk too well, so I cancelled and said I would be in touch to arrange all the treatment on my return from England at the end of the month.
Last night my teeth and gums were throbbing and I was getting quite anxious about having to find an emergency dentist the minute I set foot in England. There was a storm last night and torrential rain. However, Mr A phoned the dentist in Milas and said he wanted to come over to collect antibiotics. He mentioned again my allergy to penicillin and I suggested erythromycin which I have had before, and which is commonly used by dentists for mouth infections. He had never heard of it (I did give him the Turkish version so he should have).
Anyway Mr A (bless his heart) set off in this extreme weather on the motorbike to collect my tablets. When he reached the eczane he phoned the dentist so that they could determine what I needed. Mr A phoned me to say that they didn't have erythromycin but suggested something else, plus a different mouthwash.
Not to be deterred Mr A set off again to Milas early this morning, returning the mouthwash and exchanging the penicillin for another antibiotic.
It made me stop and think about that comment recently. You know the one? About Mr A bringing nothing to the relationship?
Well now...I am in desperate need of a cigarette and I have discovered a smoking area here in the airport. It's not widely publicised...being at the far end of the building, up an escalator, round the back of a restaurant, and out on a terrace overlooking the runway. But it will do just fine for now.