I went to bed 2 hours ago but I'm up again now, because every time I close my eyes, I relive today's torture session in the dentist's chair and within moments I'm wide awake and worrying myself sick about what happens if the tooth (or any other of the faithless fangs) flares up and I have to go back there.
The crown feels all wrong. It sticks up and I can't close my teeth properly and my jaw feels misaligned. There's a rough patch at the back which my tongue catches on and I just know those painful ulcers on my tongue will start up again. Despite my decision to give my liver a rest, I am sipping a very small brandy through a straw and hoping it will help dull both the nagging pain in my tooth and my torturous thoughts.
I have started Googling painless dentists... but when you look at their prices, you realise that only celebs can afford them. My dad, who suffered greatly from toothache when he was young, had all his teeth taken out when he was 25. I'm starting to think 'sensible man'!
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