Mouthful.
Its been sticky humid here in London.
What better way to spend a sweaty afternoon than lying back in the dentist’s chair with an array of various sucking, spraying, piercing, gouging or drilling instruments in your mouth, sometimes all of those at once. The ibuprofen is wearing off and I’m feeling a bit sorry for myself. I have to have a porcelain crown done next week, or a gold one if I’m feeling a bit racy.
This after last week when I had a basal cell carcinoma removed from my forehead. I now have a little red scar that looks like one of those stick-on fake ones we could buy at my childhood corner shop in a little paper bag for 25 cents. Our local corner-shop keeper had a fine assortment of such things, including Frankenstein bolts for your neck and the ubiquitous Dracula’s Blood Capsules. Cool.
Aug 22, 2:14 PM
eeeeeeek! I hate the dentist. last time I went I got into an argument with the dentist who claimed my sensitive tooth was due to overbrushing. maybe I brushed them like an OCD freak when I was a teen and that’s where it happened? Meanwhile I can no longer eat chocolate or cold foods - probably a good thing! You had a BCC removed? Nasty! Take care of that skin. I think I’d prefer the fake scars!