Full, and fillings

Holy shit on stick – another month has gone.

I’ve landed inside November with a toothache. I must admit that I’ve used the presence of Hallowe’en as an excuse for indulging in sweeties and cakes. Everywhere I’ve been this week, members of staff have brought in home-made brownies, toffee apples and bags of fun-size choccies. My way of thinking is that it’s bad management if I don’t try at least one of everything. If my employees have gone to the effort of providing sugary sustenance then it would be rude of me not to partake. My favourite sample of the week so far has to be an Eccles cake made by a lady called Janina who works part-time at the garage furthest away from my home. Made with puff pastry, packed full of fruit and with a delicious unidentified glaze on the top that I suspect may have been a combination of rum and honey. Yum, yum and yum.

Anyway the down side is that I now have a molar that feels like it’s been turned inside-out and is basically an open nerve that throbs if I do so much as brush my tongue against it. So now I’m deciding whether to take my fear by the throat and book to see a dentist, or just buy some Sensodyne to rub on it and hope it’ll go away by Sunday. That’s sound medical practice, right? Ignore the shit out of it and wait to see what happens? I believe it’s called ‘The Ostrich Method.’ Recommended by almost all trained professionals, I’m sure.

RC 1-11-18