'Orrible trauma...

Is it safe? Is it safe?

I just had a tooth yanked out by the dentist, and I'm being a total wimp about it!

I was nearly crying when I arrived at the surgery this morning. But I went, so I suppose I could have taken the even more cowardly way out and hidden under the bed until I'd missed my appointment.

She must've pumped about a pint of anaesthetic into my jaw, then there was all kinds of stuff - poking, pressing, drilling. It's so barbaric, dentistry.

I kept my eyes closed most of the time, but I was unlucky enough to sneak a peek when she was just being handed the pliers. Pliers!!

The worst bit is that I've been looking on the internet about it. I figured that ignorance and fear went hand in hand, but I was wrong. Ignorance was bliss. Bliss, I tell you!

If I took all the advice I'd been given on the internet... Well, actually, I couldn't. I should eat nothing, and I should eat plenty. I should rinse my mouth with salt water, and I should never rinse my mouth at all. I should have a nice lie down, and I should under no circumstances lie down.

I've never seen so many bits of advice, many of which were conflicting.

The most amusing was that I'm not allowed to suck or blow for the next 48 hours. I have to go back to work in a few minutes - lucky I'm not a glass blower, balloon-animal maker, or prostitute!!

I need pain killers now. I don't want to know that there's a big hole in my jaw, and as the anaesthetic wears off, it's becoming harder and harder to deny!