Two words to strike fear into the heart of adult and child alike: Root Canal. I've had an abcess for a while ever since the eight fillings escapade and decided to find an NHS dentist to take care of it. Little did I know that it'd involve five injections of anastethic, much drilling, and a good looking dentist poking around in the soft tissue of my gum for fourty minutes all made worse by having my appointment at eight in the morning. The only thing that kept me sane was munching on Ibuprofen for the rest of the day. I'm probably over my limit, but I've a low tolerence for pain and a high tolerence for drugs.

Six days rest not before I go back for more drilling. Good time to watch Marathon Man again.