An early morning visit to the dentist today to have the three permanent crowns hot-glued to my teeth. I'm not after the sympathy vote here; it was fairly painless, over quite quickly and it's great to have teeth that actually feel like teeth again, instead of temporary crowns that felt more like lumps of playdoh. My dentist even very kindly administered the local anaesthetic in a special fancy process of "infiltration" rather than injection, which means lots of tiny little injections rather than one big one - which has the effect of numbing the mouth without making the side of your face feel as if it has been replaced with a giant beach ball.
It really did make a difference. No fat lip feeling at all. Great! At least, it is until you then make a bee-line for Waterstones Cafe and, in a moment of post-dentist euphoria order a celebratory muffin and large cappuccino. Then you discover that although your face feels normal it very clearly IS NOT NORMAL AT ALL. You have no control or feeling in your mouth whatsoever. Result. Extreme unanticipated uncontrollable dribbling. After most of my cappuccino ended up down the front of my jumper, and my maniacal spluttering had distracted the Russian Language conversation group at the next table from the serious business of extending their vocabulary, I gave up, and got a straw. And, although I didn't really have any dignity left to lose by this time, I even remembered to wait for the coffee to cool down so I didn't deliver molten lava to the back of my throat. Drinking problem, moi?
Oh so funny Helen...I remember when I had similar treatment a couple of years ago I just hot footed it back home...you were very adventurous, hope you explained!!!!
April 15th, 2013
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