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?