12 eggs equal one tooth

One good thing about pain is that once it stops you feel really good about it.This is not the first time I have come to realize this.
Today the birds are a singing and the sun is shining and I am "living the dream"
Unlike a few days ago when all was not well in the world.First off it had been raining forever and rain produces mud and mud produces mosquitoes which to me is not a good combination.Secondly I had a toothache which had been giving me grief for a week or so but had got to the point where I was having trouble eating,drinking and then talking.Another not good combination,mud,mosquitoes and pain.Then just when you think it can't get much worse then of course it does because really it isn't that bad.Right so what happened you may well ask,go on ask it.
Well I really did not feel together enough to drag myself to the dentist at the hospital so I came up with the idea as I do sometimes at moments like this that a wee drink might ease the suffering.So off to town I go in the rain on the trusty motorcycle,ah I can hear you saying not another not so good combination.
Well you are sort of right but not completely.Having made it to town  I then proceeded to the bank to get some much needed financial lubrication that would be exchanged for alcoholic lubrication namely rum.This is when the balloon started to deflate rapidly,no money,no funny,no honey and no medicinal rum.Having said that I have just thought I could have gone to my local supplier/shop keeper and explained to him the problem as I have in the past to which he would have replied as he has in the past "no problem what do you want".He then gives me what I want and writes an IOU and puts it in his till, when I return sometime in the future with the cash he gives me the IOU.As simple as that.
Now back to the story at hand,being in a somewhat wet and fadangoed state and problem solving not being on my agenda right then I did not come up with the aforementioned possible solution to my situation.To put it mildly I was stuffed.
So in a state of almost absolute dejection I collect my lovely lady Siteri from her place of work and head on home in the rain on the trusty Osaka 200 ,oh no I can hear you say but as my lovely lady says don't worry be happy.Now who should we meet on the way home but the hi way patrol or if you will the local or as it was in fact the not so local constabulary who promptly stopped us at their checkpoint.
Now remember the balloon that was deflating rapidly well now is when it gets pricked.
The first issue was I didn't have my drivers license on me the second issue was the fact and rightfully so that my conveyance was not registered to be ridden on the countries roads as I had not contributed to there upkeep.The police here don't carry guns otherwise I would have just asked to have been shot on the spot thereby putting me out of my misery.You no doubt have heard about the straw that broke the camels back well this was sort of like a bag of wet cement.
Having trouble speaking both physically and mentally and almost spiritually I just about lost it but fortunately my dear lovely lady who was perched on the back of our trusty motorsickle gave me some much needed support and between the two of us we where able to explain the difficulties of registering an imported motorsickle when the moron of a customs agent had lost the paperwork needed to do the registering.
Long story short we where told to go home and not to ride our motorcycle no more on the road until such time as it be legal to do so.The clouds parted and the angels sang.
Right back to where I started,the sun is shining and all is well in the world.The next day the rain stopped and the sun did shine. I walked most of the way to the hospital and got there early before the other sufferers arrived and got my tooth pulled out.Oh joy no more pain,I can eat again and drink a cup of tea while it is still hot without having to lie down for an hour afterwards or bang my head on the wall.Just as a side note the extraction cost five dollars Fijian or about three dollars US.The same thing in NZ would cost maybe now $200 and apparently in the US of A $1500 USD or about $2500 FJD.
Unbelievable.
Five dollars is the price of a dozen eggs here,seems fair to me,12 eggs equal one tooth.If I didn't have the five dollars I could have turned up with a dozen eggs and had the job done as the dentist who is the wife of a friend of mine asked if I had any for sale.
It is moments like those that keep me here.I just love Fiji and I am living the dream.