Going Anywhere Nice on Holiday?

I’m back from the dentist. It wasn’t at all traumatic – although the anaesthetic is still yet to wear off and I’ve been told that there may be some “mild discomfort” over the weekend. Eeep.

I started off by having two small injections that – and to the dentist’s credit – I didn’t feel a thing. That was my major worry over and done with and after a few minutes of sitting in the waiting room I soon felt like the Godfather or The Joker from Batman. However, once the drilling got underway I could still feel something, so out came the big guns.

Blimey, if I ever see a needle and syringe as big again it will probably be in use by a vet as he prepares to tranquilise an elephant. I also think he used enough anaesthetic to sedate an elephant because I’m still drooling like Professor Stephen Hawking at a beauty pageant and having trouble speaking without biting some part of my mouth.

So after much drilling, bashing, numerous x-rays and yucky impressions, I’m now equipped with a temporary set of crowns whilst my new ones are carefully crafted out of moon rock – or something similar. The dentist was also quite impressed with his own handy work too – a good sign if there ever was one.

Tsk. The things I go through in order to find my soulmate.