Toothy Tales

Toothy Tales
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One of the first things I did today was call the dentist. At 9:01am I dialled the number while tonguing the rather large (or so it felt) hole in the upper, rear, left area of my mouth. By 9:02 I had an appointment. By 12:10pm I was in agony, as the dentist realised she would need another injection to quieten the nerve in my tooth that she was happily drilling into at high speed.

By 12:20 it was all over and as I walked out I knew my evening at the pub wasn’t going to happen. The nerve drilling and two injections had left me feeling somewhat shaken – but not stirred. I don’t mind saying it was bloody agony. That said, though, she was much better than my normal dentist. I told him time after time the tooth hadn’t felt right since he put a filling in, but he said it would wear down and disappear. The seed I thought had embedded yesterday afternoon was in fact part of the tooth sticking out, so when I prised a fork into it the entire tooth split in two and popped out. It turns out, the shooting pain I felt each time I bit into something hard at that place in my mouth, was in fact the tooth fracturing, culminating in yesterday’s rather exciting episode.

There’s a good chance I’ll move dentist to the woman I had today. She was much more cheery, talkative and concerned, and despite the nerve incident, I feel as though she did a much better and solid job. Only problem was, no soup or baguette for lunch and no pub after work.

This has been the toughest year I’ve had yet in way of deciding what my GDR for the next year is going to look like. Is it a sign that I don’t have a clue where I’m going or what I’m doing? Or is it a sign that I’m developing well and coming to hard-thought out conclusions on how to get better and be where I want?

Only time will tell.

When I got home I had to sleep for a couple of hours I was so tired. Everyone else was out for the night so I ordered a pizza and sat down to watch Bowling for Columbine. Mr. Moore certainly paints a bleary image of gun-toting America and I never knew Charles Heston was such an ignoramus. Everything my Democratic friends in the States have said about Bush and modern America seemed to make more sense after it, and it served to convince me further that Obama is the much needed change America needs.


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About Colin Galbraith

Thriller author, music fan, St Mirren fan, fluff chucker, rabbit tamer, outstanding fake faller. Loves cannoli.
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