Dinostanze

Just a quick little post to let you know that I no longer have a hole where part of my tooth should be, woohoo! I had another one of those awkward moments where I'm handed a form with only one line to write my medical history... I could barely even fit in the name of my illness, let alone any of the other rubbish. I had to write on the sides of the form which confused the somewhat academically vacant woman behind the desk because she thought my list of medications were things I was allergic to. YES. BECAUSE I TICKED THE "NO KNOWN ALLERGIES" BOX JUST FOR LAUGHS LOVE. I think my new dentist went a little bit mad with the anesthetic, I mean, usually a bit of your face is numb but it was more like HOLY SHIT I can't feel my head. I spent the rest of the day at work just prodding my face. And being laughed at my my colleagues because I was talking like a spazz and spilling tea down my front... Maybe it was a hint that I needed shutting up, perhaps I did do a little too much jabbering about stamps when he was trying to concentrate. I'm like an evangelical philatelist, spreading the wonderful words of the stamp life. The phrase "get a life" comes to mind!

Paying for dental treatment is however less than fun. I swear to god they make absolutely no incentive for anyone to recover from cancer, oh look Constanze, now you're better we're going to treat you to having to pay for your dental treatment and trying to repeatedly take your disability money off you. Still, tis but a small price to pay. As long as I continue to be ill enough to qualify for my free bus pass all is good. Plus if I get too better then I can't be an evil cancer troll and that would be terrible to the extreme. What is life if you can't occasionally pretend you find cancer deeply traumatising and all that shit?

I celebrated my new found toothiness by going to the fish and chip shop where the guy serving gave me an extra fishcake AND chicken (I think he fancied me a bit, it must be my sexy faulty blood and my seductive new dental work). Totally the best thing that's ever happened to me. I am a feminist extraordinaire until it comes to food, I'm anyone's for a takeaway.

Tomorrow is Friday. Then it is Saturday, which means a glorious sleep. So incredooooobleeee tired and this sun is driving me insane. I hate the warm weather so much that I'd almost give up my fried chicken to get rid of it! SHOCK. HORROR. MARYLEBONE. SELLOTAPE. CATFISH.

Right, I'm off to stare at my new tooth in the mirror. Apparently teeth don't come in green to match my hair. SILLY WORLD. You are too concerned with looking pretty and not enough concerned with looking silly!

Constanleyknife :) xXxXx