I used to be terrified of
going to the dentist, now I am merely apprehensive, or maybe not even that
judging from today when, despite an imminent appointment, I was relaxed enough
to doze off in my armchair, waking up twenty minutes before my due time still a
twenty minute drive from the surgery, which with the intervention of road-works
and a tractor meant I was a good ten minutes late arriving; unfortunately the
dentist still let me in, but so as not to inconvenience the next patients he
did the bare minimum of a scrape around with a pointy stick and a quick whizz
with the drill – could be a tactic I adopt for next year too.
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