These days I don’t blog-by-the-seat-of-my-pants so much.
If something happens during the day, I don’t rush home, open a Word Document or the WordPress Dashboard, and write it down to immediately post because it’s good blog fodder. I figure if it’s a worthy enough story to be told, it can wait a while – and is probably the better for it. I can give it shape, make edits when required, and so on.
That said, I’ve done many a “this is what happened dump” in the past and – guess what? I’m about to now.
If I don’t I’ll be making a beeline for the medicine cabinet to pop some Nurofen when I really should wait until I’ve got some food in my stomach, but I’m not allowed to eat for another… [checks clock] … forty minutes.
So here I am. Sore and discombobulated.
This time three hours ago I was waiting in the dentists reception area. This time two hours ago the dentist was patting me on the shoulder, saying I’m sorry, that was as hard for me as it was for you.
Um, buddy. No. I don’t think so.
It was supposed to be a routine filling replacement. I say ‘routine’ so casually, even though I hate the damn experience. However it started to go downhill when the first lot of local anaesthetic didn’t work. I discovered this when the tooth went NO NO NO I’M STILL AWAKE HERE. The second lot left me Jagger-y lipped, but still, feeling. By the third, the dentist changed brands and said, your heart may jump around from this as it has adrenaline in it.
Oh, excellent.
But I’m being unfair. It is the tooth’s fault, after all. Or mine, for not taking care of it way-back-when.
Then he hypothesised that the sensitivity/aching problem may not have been the filling, but a possible crack in the tooth itself, which, if it gets worse, will need discussing in ‘root canal’ terms.
Finally! The parting blow: with that triple dose of anaesthetic, you may get bruising, he said. It’s not common, but it can happen.
So, so excellent*
*Sorry, couldn’t help it. Here’s Kylie Mole for your pleasure 😉
