Root Canal

Last week I went for a root canal. It was a thoroughly unpleasant experience, can I just say. I sat in that chair for two and a half hours watching star trek reruns with my mouth wide open, while my arse went to sleep and the muscles in my back cramped... I brush and floss like a demon… I use fluoride rinse… Where’s the fairness in that, I ask? Boys and girls, eat all the candy you want. Don’t worry about brushing. So far as I can tell, it makes no difference at all.
And lucky me, I get to go back four more times this month…