A chill spreads
Pins and needles
In a trickle
To a nice fuss
It is done. After 25 years of dodging the dentist – and with a mighty and reverberating crack – my wisdom tooth is no more.
A cropped top and two roots lay on the slab in a forlorn trio. Pain is due in less than an hour, but I’m nearly home for tea – and hopefully some sympathy.