5 Down, 27 To Go

I've been waiting the whole month for a dental appointment today for a filling in one of my wisdom teeth. Mrs C asked me today why he won't just take it out, eeek, cos I need it I says. So there I am laid back, gum numbed while he removes the decayed bits and he stops and asks if he should just take it out. Eeek. Why have you just thought of that now and I need to make on the spot decisions... he says it will be out in a minute, don't worry. Eek. Well not a minute, he has to inject and numb the inside gum now, eeek, sore, I sigh a bit, he says don't worry, that's the worst bit over. A quick pokey with something then pliers and it's gone 90 seconds later. Sheesh. Byeeee-ya!

While my gum was numbing the second time I asked him how many teeth I had, he counted them, 31 he said, out of 32. I thought I have not had a tooth out since I was a boy, counted again, oh there it is, 32 he says. He then asks if I had teeth out as a boy, I said yeah, he counts again, 28 you have, sheesh. Seriously? So today is my first day with a bit less wisdom, I hope it will not show.

Oh yeah, nice anniversary flowers if I do say so myself.