waiting room syndrome

Lately I've been feeling a bizarre, septagenarian urge to tell you all about my various physical ailments. I have no idea why. I resisted discussing the mad-attack-of-diarrhoea-cramps-combined-with-misplaced-mooncup from the other day, despite their labour like intensity!

But during my dentist visit yesterday, a chip of enamel flew off the tooth he was grinding down and flipped into my eye. Sharp! Pointy! Ow! I thought I'd got it out at the time (thinking ugh!ugh!toothinmyeye!) but later that evening I had a sudden pointy pain again,and for a second thought I could feel the bump under my eyelid.

I thought it had gone again, despite not being able to find it - you know when a scratch feels the same as what did it - but last night before I went to sleep, the agonising scratching started again. After variously fiddling around, I noticed it had slid out onto my lower eyelid. A little pointy piece of my tooth. In my eye. All day.

BLEH!