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Mar. 18th, 2009 03:28 pmYesterday, I had a disasterous day. I forgot my work uniform, so had to do a straight run home and back in again to make it to class in time; the till in work was broken but we're only allowed to close the shop if it's actively on fire; classes were long and slow. I came home via the off-licence.
Still, at least at no point did a drill break whilst in my mouth.
No, that happened this morning. I had a very early morning appointment with the student dentists again, to fit me for a new crown. They had to do a big nasty root canal, which has now been done but half way through it the drilling suddenly stopped, and I was aware of two students peering at me. One of them said rather nonchalently "Oh, that's why we were told to use a bigger drill than you thought you might need." Yeah, wonder why my mouth really hurts now?
They may have been punishing me for freaking out a bit at the needle to numb me up. I tried to explain that just because I had lots of piercings didn't mean I wasn't somewhat uneasy at someone putting something sharp into my gum; I would have been okay if I hadn't seen the bloody thing. I didn't freak out properly, just asked for a moment to get ready for it. Still, though, ow.
At least I've been fixed up, and I now have an appointment to have the proper crown put on, although not for a month.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stupidore, who is basically my protector in tooth-related crises, came with me, and god love her, sat in the car and waited for me for the hour and a bit I was in there, on the basis that we went to ASDA on the way back. This was fine by me.
And now, I have to make a setlist, finish my reading and resist the urge to nap. Perhaps more tea?
Still, at least at no point did a drill break whilst in my mouth.
No, that happened this morning. I had a very early morning appointment with the student dentists again, to fit me for a new crown. They had to do a big nasty root canal, which has now been done but half way through it the drilling suddenly stopped, and I was aware of two students peering at me. One of them said rather nonchalently "Oh, that's why we were told to use a bigger drill than you thought you might need." Yeah, wonder why my mouth really hurts now?
They may have been punishing me for freaking out a bit at the needle to numb me up. I tried to explain that just because I had lots of piercings didn't mean I wasn't somewhat uneasy at someone putting something sharp into my gum; I would have been okay if I hadn't seen the bloody thing. I didn't freak out properly, just asked for a moment to get ready for it. Still, though, ow.
At least I've been fixed up, and I now have an appointment to have the proper crown put on, although not for a month.
stupidore, who is basically my protector in tooth-related crises, came with me, and god love her, sat in the car and waited for me for the hour and a bit I was in there, on the basis that we went to ASDA on the way back. This was fine by me.And now, I have to make a setlist, finish my reading and resist the urge to nap. Perhaps more tea?
