So while I'm sitting in the waiting room, gazing out the window... listening to the poor sod in the next room get the drill, feeling uncomfortable wishing I had of gone to the toilet just one more time .... I see Viv!!! VIV I felt like yelling.. look up... and come up and save me.. or at least hold me down and stop me from running out the door!.... and then I see my cousin Marise, who has a fear reeking out of her pores just thinking of the dentist..(mmm must run in the family).
But alas... my time had come.... it was like walking the green mile (if you have seen that movie). Finally in the chair, tray whipped in front of me... no escape now.... out comes the needle as big as my forearm.. I kid you not!!!! ouch ouch.... then next thing out comes the pliers (probably a proper name for these,,, but hell it does the same thing) ... guess what.. that damn tooth broke at the gum line....NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. so 10 minutes of drilling the tooth out of the gum, blood splatter on my forehead, I am now home, still shaking with fear, and knowing that when this friggin injection wears off I am going to be in a shit load of pain.
Right.. if you have read through all of this.. well done. I applaud you. I am hoping the codine (oh yeah baby) will put me in a happy place and I might try and see if I can create a card.. but most likely it will just knock me out!