Dentistry...

Yesterday morning, I went for my annual routine dental check up.
Normally, this involves taking an hour or so off work, preferably in the morning, then having my dentist poke in my mouth for 30 seconds, fleece me £15 for the privilege and send me on my way while muttering something about me booking an appointment for a years time.

Now I'm quite used to this yearly visit and have fairly good teeth and rarely need any work, however, yesterday's session revealed some new decay in a bottom right molar. Grrr...
Mr Dentist asked if I would like a filling done today, so I agreed, but only if he could do it there and then, due to work. He said yes, and delighted in telling me he was going to put my mouth to sleep for 3 hours and accompanied the jovial statement with a little chuckle (like Dr Hibbert off the Simpson's).

Now visiting regularly and having much orthodontist work done when I was younger, I'm not particularly nervous about dentists or the idea of a filling, but I really did not expect it, especially having it done there and then and expecting to be out of there in 30 seconds.
He stuck the injection in and prodded about a bit and thoughtfully decided I actually need two fillings, so might as well do them both at the same time! Superb, why not, in fact lets have a party in Dogga's mouth eh! Pfff...
Here's where they went:
He gave me the option of having a colour matched white filling or the usual metal filling, so I told him I wasn't bothered and being as he's the only person who ever looks in there, it's up to him. :->

He installed the usual metal ones and informed me they are more reliable and last longer than the white ones!

He had a rather nifty new system with a camera, complete with 19" LCD monitor, so you could see your teeth up close 'n personal and he showed me the decay on the screen, took a screen capture and commenced work with his assistant poking all sorts of gadgetry into my chops.

After drilling the two teeth, he thought I might be interested in seeing his handy work, although he was sadly mistaken, but as I showed initial interest in the new technology, I didn't really get a choice. Not really wanting to see my two freshly drilled out teeth, he was more than enthusiastic to get the camera stuck right in there and took another screen capture for me. Cool; maybe I could download it as Windows wallpaper! Grrr

He then did the fillings, leaving the before-and-after-drilling screen shots up, which was nice. [Lie]

Anyhow, all was fine, but it did take me until lunchtime before my bottom lip felt like normal size again! (Why does anaesthetic always affect your lips like that I wonder?)

Today, I'm most angry about: My car deciding to throw yet another spaz right in the middle of me manoeuvring onto my drive. It stuck in neutral and refused to budge no matter what I did, kind of Herbie style! Grrr... Is my car trying to humiliate me?

I had two cars squeeeeeeeeeeeeeze past and one not wanting to try it, so they had to wait a few minutes before I could reset the car and get it all working again, but with large warning lights in the form of cogs with an exclamation mark in the middle flashing at me; whatever that means?
Grrr-O-Meter Rating: 3/10