Not feeling too clever at the mo.
Was reminded yesterday why I hate going to the dentists. Mainly because I’m still in too much pain to eat anything solid. I have a couple of temporary bridges in and they HURT.
I mean REALLY hurt. I’m not feeling too optimistic about my next visit in 2 weeks to have the proper ones put in, he wasn’t… Well lets just say I’m not filled with confidence, I was kicked out of the room with no information on how to proceed with these things, I have sharp pointy bits of plastic slicing my tongue to bits every time I swallow and… I just got the feeling his assistant wasn’t too impressed with him either.
On the plus side – I was well chuffed that I didn’t cry.

I just wish I could afford to go somewhere else to have the remainder of this work done *sniff* For all I know he may have actually done a good job, I just don’t feel as though that’s the case – I have plaster/ plastic bits all over my good teeth that scrape at my tongue, he fecked off immediately after finishing without a word to me – the assistant said he was coming back to check a shade or something, when he came back in he just told me I could go and muttered something to the assistant about “just get an 83″ when she prompted him about the shade thing – to be honest I was drugged to the hilt – god knows how many times he stuck a needle in my face, I lost count after the first 8 or so, I left his room with my face covered in blood and gunk and barely able to stagger in a straight line.
Lets just say next time I won’t be going alone.

Anyway, enough whinging, I’m going back to bed since there’s another 3 hours to go until I can take my next lot of painkillers.