D-Day
Tooth Extraction – Take 2.
Or not, as the case may be…
Turns out that the infection is still lurking, so all thoughts of removing the root today were immediately abandoned. Onto Plan B which involves me taking yet another course of antibiotics but timed so that the course is almost complete by my next appointment (October 9th). The hope is that the little b****r will have been sufficiently nuked at that point that the local anaesthetic will actually work.
Yes, folks. This saga just runs and runs…
In the meantime, I’m currently trying to avoid saying any word that begins with ‘f’ (and that sure cuts into my stress relief strategies) as the pronunciation of ‘f’ seems to be inexorably linked with the presence of two front teeth. Smiling broadly is also a “No-no” along with laughing unless the mouth is covered. On the plus side, I do currently have a whistle that would put a navvy to shame…
