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This morning I went to the dentist and was given my first ever fillings.
This afternoon I managed to get a paper cut off one of the many bits of paper I inexplicably carry around in my wallet.
I'm sure you can imagine which was worse. I have no idea why paper cuts fill me with such intense feelings of revulsion but I absolutely hate them. The thought of that razor of finely sharpened wood pulp drawn across skin just makes me shudder in the way other people do when they think of scrunching on foil or cotton wool.
The fillings were fine, I didn't need any anaesthetic cos my teeth weren't badly broken. I did discover that when the drill did get a little close to the nerve my instinctive reaction was to tap out, as you do when you want your training partner to release the lock they are applying. Good news is: I'm now officially bionic!
This afternoon I managed to get a paper cut off one of the many bits of paper I inexplicably carry around in my wallet.
I'm sure you can imagine which was worse. I have no idea why paper cuts fill me with such intense feelings of revulsion but I absolutely hate them. The thought of that razor of finely sharpened wood pulp drawn across skin just makes me shudder in the way other people do when they think of scrunching on foil or cotton wool.
The fillings were fine, I didn't need any anaesthetic cos my teeth weren't badly broken. I did discover that when the drill did get a little close to the nerve my instinctive reaction was to tap out, as you do when you want your training partner to release the lock they are applying. Good news is: I'm now officially bionic!