In the teeth of the evidence
Sep. 21st, 2009 11:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIf there is one endeavour more futile than watering my garden in the rain, as I was this morning, it may be my dentist's struggling against the inexorable disintegration of my teeth.
A filling broke again over the weekend, so I spent half of Fantasycon with much hurty. I was a brave soldier and did not complain, but I may have taken too many pills; and I have spent half the morning with my old friend Tim-the-dentist halfway down my throat, preparing my mouth for two more coronations. Before I die, I shall have more crowns than all Victoria's children could boast between them.
And now, as the anaesthetic fades away - oh, I dunno. I just looked at the back end of the novel, and it seems to have run itself aground; I haven't a clue where it goes from here. Perhaps I shall noodle with something else today. Or go for a long walk somewhere. Or just sit around reading, I could do that. Declare a sickie. Trouble is, I'm not sick enough to fool myself, y'know? I could make a fine case to someone else, but I know the truth of me. Unless the tooth still aches under its temporary cap, when the anaesthetic fades away. But I am not actually going to sit here wishing for toothache, no. Not that.
A filling broke again over the weekend, so I spent half of Fantasycon with much hurty. I was a brave soldier and did not complain, but I may have taken too many pills; and I have spent half the morning with my old friend Tim-the-dentist halfway down my throat, preparing my mouth for two more coronations. Before I die, I shall have more crowns than all Victoria's children could boast between them.
And now, as the anaesthetic fades away - oh, I dunno. I just looked at the back end of the novel, and it seems to have run itself aground; I haven't a clue where it goes from here. Perhaps I shall noodle with something else today. Or go for a long walk somewhere. Or just sit around reading, I could do that. Declare a sickie. Trouble is, I'm not sick enough to fool myself, y'know? I could make a fine case to someone else, but I know the truth of me. Unless the tooth still aches under its temporary cap, when the anaesthetic fades away. But I am not actually going to sit here wishing for toothache, no. Not that.