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Yesterday morning I returned to have the filling done (£93) and sat in a somewhat serious mood waiting to be called in for the filling to be sorted. Not keen on drills - dental or otherwise. I bet as you read that the thin wine of the dental drill passed through your mind and thoughts of graphic dental torture scenes from the film The Marathon Man weren't far behind.
After a liberal dose of injection (had to do it twice as my tooth was still feeling sensitive to the drilling) the dentist got on with drilling the former filling out of the tooth. That was with the fine drill. The dental nurse sucked out the moisture and metal bits floating around my open mouth. Then came a very odd sensation of a bigger wider drill grinding at the cavity in a slower circular movement. It didn't hurt - I could just feel the movement. The dentist said he just had to remove the decay and then he packed the tooth with the new filling substance. Towards the end I had to grind my back teeth and this proved quite difficult with the right hand side of my face frozen up. My hands also felt very sweaty with tension and I had the bizarre sensation of wanting to giggle. In the old days of the dentist using gas this urge to giggle was a common reaction when coming round or going under but my reaction was more of relief I guess.
Because so much anaesthetic had been used in my gum to dull the area I couldn't really eat or drink anything for the four hours it took to wear off. Later on I made myself a lovely smoked bacon wrapped chicken dinner as a treat. Enough dentistry already!
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