That Loving Filling

I’m tantalisingly close to be able to have this filling. In twelve hours time it will be done. Huzzah.

Obviously we have been here before. A mere fortnight ago I believed I would be drilled and filled only for it to be aborted when I was halfway there.

But they can’t cancel it a third time, surely.

They probably shouldn’t have cancelled it the first time, really. Asking me to change appointments just because I was the only person booked in that day is a bit shitty really.

Especially as they will have you believe that fillings are very important and need doing as soon as possible to protect your teeth. And even more so after they sent me a threatening letter about how important it was I had this filling otherwise my upcoming (probably) extraction would need to be paid for out of my own pocket.

I just want to get it over and done with, to be honest.

And then pinch myself to make sure it’s real, which is what you do when things have taken so long to come to fruition.

Obviously I’m not counting my chickens before they hatch. I won’t believe it’s actually happening until I can feel the numbness of my gum. There’s a long time between now and 8.45 tomorrow morning.

Anything could happen.

But it better be a pissing filling!