ONE WAY CONVERSTATION!

My dentist got back from holiday yesterday & she rang me at 11:30 pm last night to announce she had had a cancellation & could fit me in at 10:30 this morning.

She's lovely - we've known each other for over thirty years - I took her a jar of my marmalade & she - nattering away non-stop - put my split molar to sleep & whipped out the lesser half.

Then for over an hour she poked & scraped & dug & drilled away with the heavy duty "dgadgadga" one & the ultra high speed "wheeeee" one.

"Je te fais mal?" What can you say when your mouth's stuffed with cotton wool swabs - a plastic tube sucking out saliva & debris & a blue latex-clad finger pulling your lips towards the east - except "Nnnnngh!"

Love her dearly! She's saved the molar for the time being - have to go back in two week's time for the final reconstruction.

Here are a few of her weapons of torture :o)