I just got back from the dentist. Again. We’re still correcting the bad work of old dentist here with weekly appointments. I’d kind of hoped that the dentist was exaggerating a few weeks back when she said she might not be able to fix a bad filling that had been done in my wisdom tooth as there might be a bit of decay. In that case, she said, she might have to extract it. I didn’t really think it would come to that though – people go to hospital to get knocked out to have their wisdom teeth out, don’t they?
It turns out she wasn’t exaggerating: there was a big hole and a rotten root. It also turns out that you don’t have to go to hospital or be knocked out. Although I think I would have preferred the latter.
45 minutes after sitting in the chair and watching High School Musical on silent on the tv attached to the ceiling (is it any better with sound? I have to say, I’d almost have preferred watching animals kill each other with David Attenborough), I emerged with this in my handbag:
Apparently that’s quite a big root. And I guess it left quite a big hole judging by the bleeding, so I’m off to sit on the sofa and maybe have a snooze. I need to be all better for tomorrow – it’s a Little Pea and Me day. Hooray! :o)