..or "I'm not a wimp, really"
Off to the dentist for about the fourth time in the last six months, sigh.
To set the scene -
I went for my last six monthly checkup in about June (and got the all-clear). Two days later (holiday) I was eating a slice of toast and marmalade and *crunch* part of my tooth came away.
It wasn't sore so I left it about two months then finally got round to going back, a couple of days before we headed off to the States. On the journey, guess what? Yup - the wee filling came out!
This time I could only wait about 6 weeks as it started hurting, so finally (after waiting for a vet visit-free week) I finally made it back again.
Action -
He decided to drill round the existing filling a wee bit to make it hold better so I went for the no-jags option (hate the after-effects). The dentist said to let him know if it hurt and he'd stop and put a jag in. So it started, and *argh!* Sore!
The dentist stopped and looked worried. "Did that hurt?" he asked "I hadn't started yet, that was just the water dripping on it..."
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