You know the drill
"Just wake me up when you reach Calais," I'll quip.
Except that, impeded by fingers, that vacuum thing that the nurse holds, and the fact that most of my mouth is effectively dead tissue, I'll actually say...
"Yush way ee uh uhen oo each alaigh."
I don't know if dentists receive training in re-inserting consonants, but if not he's going to miss out on a mighty fine quip.
On Thursday I'm going to a leaving do, where I'll have to dress smart, make small talk to people I've never met before and I'm unlikely to meet again, and basically Be Simon in an Unfamiliar Social Situation.
It says something about my psyche that I'm actually dreading Thursday a lot more.




It's done by the same people that teach doctors how to write really badly, and then teach pharmacists how to read bad doctors handwriting...
Our dentist has a tendancy to stick fun "spot the difference" and "Wheres Wally" posters to the ceiling, to give you something to do while you're lying there....
"We hate this part as much as you do".
--true story :-)
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