Nice Dentist, Huh?
Well, last night I went to the Emergency Dentist thing after being creative with the truth about how much my face had swollen up… Well, lying (as we all know) is a bad thing and will bite you in the ass. I woke up after a fitful drug induced sleep to discover the left side of my face is the size of a small moon, swallowing is very difficult and I had run out of painkillers (I was sleep-taking them last night).
The dentist was great… yes, it’s attached to the hospital and being within hospital grounds made me nervous anyway… the smell makes me insane… Shaking like a leaf he introduced me to the ‘pokey room’ (so called because it’s tiny, and not what was flashing through my head). I went into auto whitter trying to avoid the moment that I had to sit on the chair (which was a weird blue colour). So he poked around for a bit and then prescribed me antibiotics and sent me on my merry way.
I hate it when doctors ask you if you’re allergic to penicillin… I can never remember…. But nothing untoward is happening… I’m still upright and breathing (shallowly) so I must be ok with them…
In 5 days when the infection is taken care of they will take the damn things out! FIVE DAYS!!! Have just ventured outside with bloke housemate to get supply of painkillers… I had my scarf wrapped round my face so I didn’t scare children and people of a nervous disposition… Of course, it’s beautifully sunny today! The sweat was pouring off me… I am not leaving the house again until my face is normal (well, as normal as it gets!)! Or only under the cover of night!
But it’s kinda funny how relevent I am today. The topic at Sky New’s Jeremy Thompson’s Live at Five blog is Dentists’ Deadline: Who will fill our teeth? I actually had something to contribute… Oh God, please don’t read it out… my words are meaningless… Arrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!!!! Oh no, the comment has been added and approved… Oh god, oh god, oh god… No, breathe… there were no typo’s…
Right, am feeling a bit wobbly – am going to eat some chicken soup and grumble on the phone to my mummy…
If you’ve left your teeth at home,
come and suck a sausage at the gastronome
Funny that, just tried to eat a sausage sandwich… the bad food made the pain come back, but I have my friends Ibu Profen and Anna Din to make me feel better…!
Where does that quote about suck a sausage come from?
Absolutely no idea – the end of the last part of a very addles mind?!