Categories: everyday-disasters
Tags: dentist
Date: 15 October 2007 11:45:51
This time to anaesthetise me (with what seemed like 100 injections) and get up under my gums on the top left. I didn't realize however that the hygienist was going to have a second go at all my other teeth too - only two weeks after the last sandblasting. I felt as though my mouth was a quarry (it's certainly a goldmine, at those prices).
To revise my earlier comment on 'practising the presence of oneself', I now know that not only is the dentist the one place where it is ill advised to be totally present to the sensations of the moment - it is also the one place where one is guaranteed to be totally, immovably focussed on them. Ugh.
And then of course come those dreaded words: 'See you in three months' time'...