Yours truly, angry mouth

07 Mar 2007

So, I've just been to the dentists to have a "Re-Root Canal." What that basically means is that I need to have the same thing done to the same buggered tooth for the second time to repair it, and it might not even work this time. I'm now half-way through this rather expensive experience that will no doubt literally leave an unpleasant taste in my mouth. When the painkillers wear off that is. I really can't wait for that.

It's not that it's painful, you understand. The only painful thing you feel is the slight prick when Mr Nice Dentist produces a couple of "sizable" needles and pushes them into the wall of your gum, leaving them in there for several seconds for effect. The drilling was the worst bit. There's a massive "The Simpsons" poster on the ceiling with all the characters on it. I found most of the ones I know, but not Mr Burns, he was elusive. Every time I saw the dentist's hand moving towards my mouth, I had to force my eyes towards the poster, concentrating really hard on the poster to try and find Mr Burns in the vain hope I wouldn't notice the industrial drill the man with the access to the arsenal of heavy artillery he was wielding. Nice.

Note to readers. Dentists can be scary. Perhaps not nightmare-inducing scary, but if you leave it for too long, you may well incur some pain as punishment. My advice is to bite the (soft and squidgy rubber) bullet and go. Now. Before it's too late.

The worst thing is that I'm going back next week and have the same thing done again. Which means I have to sit at my desk next friday morning and try and look composed when I'm drinking my tea, where it threatens to leak out of the corner of my mouth that I can't feel. Worse still, I sound like a complete twat when I speak as my tongue feels whale-like. Yes, a bit like that chef. I have to go now, the numbness isn't so numb anymore. Oh well, least I can eat something after I've picked out the filling debris that I can't feel yet.