I've often wondered

why people choose to enter the profession of

*shudders*dentistry

I mean, why oh why would one want to become a dentist? when I was at university, I had to attend various lectures with medical and dental students - they are a very strange bunch; I think I've told you how during head, neck and chest dissection the med students used to throw body organs at each other as if they were rugby balls (are you thinking of donating your body to medical research?). . . I can't possibly tell you what the dental students got up to

anyhoo, over the past five years two of my dentists have left the practice I attend (nothing to do with looking in my mouth, I can assure you) and today I met the new guy; I had been putting the visit off since before xmas, but in a sudden bout of enthusiasm for ticking off things on my todo list - and further procrastination of rather too many more other items, yesterday I phoned to make an appointment

not only was there one available firstish thing this morning, but the visit turned out to be a bit of a result

he poked about in my mouth with a thin metal spikey thing, told me to move my tongue up, down, left and right a bit: declared my mouth to be in perfect health; then scratched around in the hole which was the reason for my attending in the first place, informed me that no drilling or anaesthetic was required, advised me which filling material he'd use if it were his tooth and hey presto the whole visit was over in under a quarter of an hour

I can't imagine why I put it off for so long

box ticked!

mind you, I still feel in the need for a little pick-me-up. . .

. . .but that's easily done

(any excuse will do)