O.M. arse-fucking G.

 So. Brilliant way to get up on a Tuesday. Alarm clock screaming. Have to drag my tired arse down to the dentist for a 9am appointment. Fortunately it's close enough to walk.

I was only in there for about forty-five minutes, but they were long minutes.

But, two fillings, a slow bore drill and a lecture later,  I was out of there.

My mouth is still numb. I got back and had some painkillers and a glass of water...At least some of the water stayed in my mouth.

Have to go back on Friday at 4:30. More fillings? I don't know, but I'm sure there'll be a clean and maybe an X-ray.

In case you couldn't tell, it'd been quite some time since I last went to a dentist. A doctor doesn't lecture you, your chiropractor and physio don't lecture you, but a dentist always will. What the hell's that about? It's tempting to just tell them, "OK, I will clean my teeth and floss everyday. I won't smoke or eat sugary foods"...But then they'd be out of a job. I'm going to tell my dentist not to complain about getting constant work.

Oh dear.

The anaesthetic is wearing off. 

I think I'm going to go and lie down.