2fronTTeeth

I've not been to the dentist for more than a decade, and thought I was doing quite well on my own. I was hoping to get away without forking out for dental health bills until I was father to my own child, and had decided that perhaps my kid should enjoy the benefits of regular check ups...and stickers (do they still do that?).

So I was having this conversation with a mate recently, and went off to consider signing up with a local dental practice. As is often the way with me I clean forgot, and promptly went home instead to busy myself with anything I could to prevent the outcome of actually doing something to help myself.

And now as the afternoon wears on, the back of my mouth is beginning to throb...I'm not reaching for the Ibuprofen just yet - I'll wait until I start murmuring and chanting with the pain, the way a distressed animal will whimper...ooooooooooooooaaahhh I really should have sorted out a dentist...

I shouldn't think about it. If I'm not aware of the pain there can't be any. Right? So now there's no pain, no pain, not the firstest tiniest littlest hint of any kind of sensation that might not even be related to the farthest-flung thing from anything ever recorded in the history of science and nature along the lines of pain, no way, not on your Nelly, your life, or your Nan.

Right. So now there's no pain there's nothing for me to blether on about. I should leave this, the 'others' will be back soon......I think it's time for some tea....