Teeth

So went to see the dentist today. Turned out to be a hunk. Now, what you really don't want is to have an attractive man poking around in your mouth. On good days I consider myself quite attractive, but let me tell you, leaning down in a chair, having your mouth open with a device stuck in it that removes your drool, you feel kinda exposed.

Not the woman in charge I really am.

But the fact that he was handsome, was kinda irrelevant when he started to sharpen the drill. Well, that's what I think he did behind my back anyway.

Turned out I had no hole but an exposed...and here we come into a problem...asked the two English people I had over this evening for a word...they didn't know. It's the part of the tooth between the actual piece you bite with and the spot where it touches your gum...in my case it was exposed and caused the pain.

So handsome stuck a big needle in me, anaesthetics, and went about with his work. Not painful but friggin uncomfortable. When he was done, like an eternity later, I was asked to rinse. Which is very difficult when you do not have control of one side of your face. I think I spat out water in the corner of the room.

Nevermind, it wasn't my room.

And after a few hours I started to feel normal again. Only, coming out of the clinic I lit up a ciggie and felt like I looked like a stroke patient trying to coordinate my lips in order to suck.

That sucked! But at least I don't have to worry about it anymore. Ignoring the warning hunky gave me, that old fillings are, well old, and might need tending to soon.

I'm not one of these people who think that getting older (sucks!) is bad, but I can seriously admit that the prospect of having false teeth does not appeal one bite (hehe).