This bloody cough of mine....

Well. There i was, sat, braced, anticipating the wrath of my white coated medic. Waiting for the drill to begin its initial grind into the fragile enamel of my teefs, so needy of repair.

At least thats how i pictured it. I wanted to be expecting such things so as to avoid pointless trauma in the actual moment. And you know what? I did it for nothing. He did a sodding x-ray. I can't be drilled, filled and buffed because of this sodding cough i have. Apparently i'll be at risk from his pnumatic toys. One cough could break one of his iddy biddy drill bits.........leaving it wedged in my nerve ending. That wouldn't be nice. Thats why i'm not totally pissed off. I was, but his somewhat graphic explination made me see sense. Although thinking about it i am quite annoyed. I wanted to eat things without being in pain. Toothache is fine, its an excepted part of life. But not when a bloody egg mayo sarnie is less appealing than being hit in the nuts by some 2x4 though. Its my own fault for spending my money on other things. I like thigs you see. And my teefs, although somewhat needed, are not deemed as a good application of my pennies. Not that pennies is a term that can be related to Dentistry, i'd lean more towards mortgages. I went for years spending my cash on beer, cars, women, pizzas, playstations and clothes. All nice things. God i was a muppet. I shoulda done it years ago and had em all fixed. But then again i did want those alloys for my car.

Still, i only have another fortnight of pain before i get my pearlies fixed, couldn't hurt to lose some wieght i guess.