Blah.

Ah joy, a visit to the dentist first thing in the morning. Even better, an extraction. As readers will recall from about eighteen months ago, my body doesn’t like the anaesthetic that dentists use, and processes it really quickly.

Six – yeah, count ’em, fucking six – jabs of anaesthetic later, I’m done. I had so much painkiller in my face that it finally went numb from ear down through lower jaw and across to the other side. My mouth feels like I’ve been punched. And the paracetamol hasn’t kicked in yet.

Blah.


2 Comments on “Blah.”

  1. Gordon says:

    Blimey – it takes two to get me to that state, and takes until late afternoon for it to wear off.. ouch

  2. andy says:

    i cant do with the jabs, im a wuss.


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