three fillings

It seems I have a strange condition, whereby anaesthetic refuses to work on me fully. Thankfully Dr Drill is a soft spoken, gentle-dentist, who obligedme with twoextra injections, the second of which may have penetrated my skull. Finally, a result. Iwouldn't mind thesensation if I was guarantedd it would stay at that level. But my fear of the drill suddenly bashing through the tooth into nerve is too strong to find out.

I don't know why, it's been happening some years now - a friend told me women respond differently to drugs after childbirth. I must rush out and see if my heroin tolerance has changed too...

So now I'm gently sucking a white roll to a pulp so I don't have to chew it, and waiting for the sensation, to return, bringing bruised gum pain in its wake.

My teeth aren't meant to be still decaying in my thirties! It's a gyp.

UPDATE: the anaesthetic's wearing off. Motherfucking ow!

FURTHER UPDATE: When the anaesthetic wore of, it felt like my teeth were shoving together as hard as possible, and down into my gum, which was throbbing and sore. Two arnica 30s later, the pain was nothing more than a slight feeling of pressure, and today it's fine, despite the dentist telling me expect it to hurt for 2-3 days. This placebo homoeopathy thing I've got going on here is great! I'm magic, me!