The Dentist

OK, I'm officially feeling sorry for myself. I went to the dentist today and that involved six injections which were very painful and scaling and polishing that was very painful. I think I've got very sensitive teeth. I'm told that they're shiny white teeth now though. The other thing he did was take out a baby tooth which had been getting in the way and looking stupid all of my life. My dentist doesn't tell me what he's doing and that's the way I like it. If he doesn't tell me what's coming up I can't be scared of it or panic or tense up or anything like that. The tooth extraction was easily the least painful because there was no pain and it took him two seconds. He'd finished all the painful stuff and grabbed whatever it is he uses to take teeth out and with one crunch it was out.

At the moment I'm feeling sorry for myself because my face hurts and I'm unable to do my two favourite things which are eating and speaking.

Somebody (not me) puked up on the bus home so we all had to get off and get on a nother bus so that they could clean up the vomit.

I've also got blisters on both of my little toes because I wore my black shoes that obviously aren't very well broken in or don't fit properly.

All-in-all I'm feeling pretty sorry for myself so when Dorothy texted me to say that Archie had asked if I could chair the meeting tonight I politely declined... not just because I felt sorry for myself but I saw my inability to speak as being a draw-back in the role of chairing.