The last ten odd days have not been
pleasant for me. I think I had at least 30 injections. First it was the scrape
around bit. That took four days. They use these horrible pointy things and
really go to town.
I had just recovered from that torture when
they pulled four teeth out. This is besides the fact that the health insurance
is kicking up something rotten and no one is sure who is picking up the tab. Going
into exile in Zimbabwe
will be cheaper.
So I have been feeling really sorry for
myself and popping these little pills called Citalopram. Now I don’t half feel
a little different. No idea what is happening but I am certainly not walking
around with some maniacal grin on my face. How would that be possible with half
your jawbone missing?
And then today – that was all too much. I
thought I was just going for a look see if the amputation of some my knashers
were healing okay. I hoped so as I had stopped taking the anti-biotics as they
were making me feel even weirder.
But - lo and behold. After an inspection and
ruled fit for purpose, the woman surprises me out of the blue with –
‘Ah, whilst you are still in the chair, I
whip out those other two I always fancied setting free.’
I tried to leap up but she actually pushed
me down and started loading up the injections. I was a nervous wreck, panting
in short breaths, heart racing and sweat pouring off me. I need this like I
need a whole in my head and that is exactly what happened half an hour later. Two
more holes.
I least I have peace for a while. Then once
we find out where the dosh is coming from, the fun and games begin with bridges
and stuff. Still, I least I now have a nice bright and clean smile.
Now, as for a pain in the neck – I was
having some fun and games with some old pics I came across. Unfortunately,
quite a few people on a Rhodesian Facebook site went a little mental when I
posted them and accused me of all sorts of bad things. You should have heard
the hullabaloo – anyone would think I was a mass murder.
I will put up the ‘offensive’ pictures in
another posting.
1 comment:
... Ah, whilst you are still in the chair, I whip out those other two I always fancied setting free ...
For a moment, I was hoping the story was going to take an erotic turn, but alas, it ended up all she was speaking about was your Hamstead. :(
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