Friday, 5 September 2008

Oh dear

I spent a horrible sleepless night wracked with pain from my foul tooth. My morning was complete agony. Fortunately I had an appointment booked at my dentist so had (I thought) only a short wait for relief.

Unfortunately, my dentist had other ideas. Perhaps remembering his previous futile efforts to extract my tooth and muttering darkly about the position of nerve endings, he referred me to a “spercialist” practice in north London. When we returned home, Jackie called them and learned that they could see me “in a couple of months” - unless we paid privately in which case it may only be "a few days". I don’t think they understood of the seriousness of the situation.

My dentist had prescribed some painkillers - but it turned out he wasn’t authorised to dispense that particular brand of painkiller so Jackie had to sort out the confusion as I was in no fit state to do anything. We canceled our plans to go to a fundraiser for Herts Society for the Blind. I managed to survive the night only with a lot of TLC and lots of drugs.