So this morning I sat in the dentist chair for the second time in two days, having just mentioned I was somewhat annoyed that yesterday's filling had fallen out.
My dentist, a Spaniard with liquid brown eyes (kind of hard to miss) and a soft lilt, noted that for him, this was very embarrassing.
I lay back and opened my mouth.
My heart thumped at the thought of more treatment. I refrained from saying argh.
He looked. And looked.
Then the dental nurse looked.
And what did they see?
A filling.
Still there.
In the very same place where it had been put yesterday.
I can't be sure but I think I sensed pity in his tone: 'It often feels different after having a filling.'
Footnote:
This being my first filling, how was I supposed to know?
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