I had my dental surgery yesterday morning. I can now close my mouth in perfect alignment - my teeth 'fit' properly - no more scraping or grinding - the loose wisdom tooth does not catch the other teeth - does not scrape my cheek or pinch when I eat - inside my mouth my teeth are symetrical on both sides and my jaw does not throb in the early morning after a night of relentless grinding.
I can't express how much better it feels - I wish I'd had that wisdom tooth taken out years ago. There was very little pain - I had a wadding in my mouth for half of the day - which was a bit odd, but it's all fine now - the only moment of anxiety was when I was waiting to go into the surgery. A dental nurse turned up and I could here her talking to the Spanish Dentist ( she must have been temporary ) -
" Hi, listen, I'm just telling you now - I don't know where anyone is or what anything does, I can't turn any of the machines on or anything - so don't ask me"
I began to wonder what would happen if anything went wrong.
I had to go straight to work afterward and was assisted by painkillers that worked really well - probably on account of me never usually taking them - so they were very effective. Grindrod came down from London to talk to the students about the publishing industry and help grade the book design work - and it was very successful, The students did much better than I anticipated and it was a really good session.
Afterwards we went for a drink with someone from the MEC and then to the Tapas Bar - where I left the small blue envelope containing my wisdom tooth - then to the Anchor before Grindrod caught his train - which was very rowdy and full of twats, and a couple of the type of girls who you wouldn't allow in your house. The Anchor has really gone downhill now - but the Dragon is far too small and was packed out. Hastings really needs another good bar.
I got home in time to see the judges being utter shits to Matt Baker and watched Dracula Prince Of Darkness on the laptop.
Off to a 'dry' wedding in Eastbourne today. One of my X students is getting married ( to a doctor ) and moving to London - he's a brilliant bloke, former sound engineer - his and his fiance's family are big on the Christian scene so it's a tea and coffee reception.
I'm really glad that the term is over - masses of admin to do this week coming to tie everything up, and I need some rest. Then I need to figure out how I'm going to survive financially for the next 12 months on my reduced income..... tricky.
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The guy next to me on the train home threw up at Tonbridge. For ages.
Oh - Christ, that's horrible. I was on the train once at 5.30am commuting to London from Brighton and a bloke opened up a plastic box and started eating a whole cold chicken carcass - the smell was awful, everyone started gagging and people had to get off the train.
I feel like I've entered a parallel universe; maybe snaggle tooth was the problem all these years?
I suspect it won't last but for now it's all good.
I'm glad it went well.
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