My fuckin' tooth is broken.
Was sitting watching The Mighty Boosh last night, chewing on some gum, and suddenly it all felt a bit weird.
Then I realised that the crown on one of my teeth had broken off.
Then I realised that poking it with my tongue was a bad idea, as the taste of blood filled my mouth. Damn sharp bits!

So I phoned the dentist, and I've got an appointment at 11:50 tomorrow.
Which isn't bad really.
But it's gonna cost money to fix, which is rubbish just before Christmas.

So, someone cheer me up, you have five minutes.
( Cawl, Tue 16 Dec 2008, 9:33, Reply)