365:175 The Chair of Torture (With apologies to any Odontophobes)


It was time to get my filling replaced. In a previous appointment, she had already extracted the remains of tooth which I’d had the root canal done on over eighteen years ago. That was such an easy appointment, I wasn’t worried at all about having the filling redone.

The worst part of the filling was having the injection in the gum. Actually, I’m starting to wonder if I even needed it, the actual filling bit was such a non-event. Of course, if I hadn’t have had the anaesthesia, it would have killed me, wouldn’t it? Murphy’s Law and all that.

Anyway, now I just have to have a cleaning done and I am back on track like a normal person who regularly goes to the dentist.

In hindsight, I don’t know what the eighteen years of worry was about.

But ughh, a cleaning though. Am I right?