Having spent the last 72 hours on a diet of painkillers, mashed vegetables and clamoxyl holed up in my flat - one wonders about the logic of paying good money to have pain inflicted on oneself.
I am of course speaking of a visit to the dentist where a wisdom tooth was despatched. Since the anastethic wore off , the discomfort has been constant and another two visits early next week promise more physical and financial pain.
It had been a number of years since my last visit to a dentist and I have been paying ever since. The name of the establishment in Torrelodones is Ratoncito Perez which is the name of the mouse which collects a child´s tooth from under the pillow after it has fallen out. This is quiet suitable as my behaviour is not very brave when i visit but would highly recommend the place if your teeth require a service.
On a happier front , Leinster have qualified for the Heineken quarters and we will travel to the cabbage patch in London on Easter Sunday. The previous day, we will be in the land of leeks to see Cardiff play Toulouse with my froggy friends. It promises to be quite a weekend and one is hopeful of a semi final in Dublin against the red jerseyed media darlings.
We have more snow.
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I suppose the moral is to go more often to the dentist in the hope of catching the problem early and before it becomes fatal.
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