Bleurgh

I’m back at work (they’ve insisted on it, while my boss is off sick – because there’s no-one else with the passwords to send stuff up to the council’s site, and hey, World War 3 might break out or something) and feeling abysmal. It wasn’t even the final visit – the crowns for two teeth had been fucked up by the lab, and looked shit, plus there’s some other stuff to do. So I’m back on the 21st.

However, 3 molar root canals, one extraction that was in the right place for wisdom tooth but probably wasn’t, 5 shots of anaesthetic (and yes, it still fucking hurt for the extraction), and plenty of other vile stuff later, I feel utterly chronic. I need an email from Kirky to brighten my day when I get home.