At work this morning, I see my author and sometime literary advisor. After sorting his several complex medical issues, we discuss writing. Much to my delight he said he liked my story "A Killer Holiday", though as usual he has spotted a number of what he calls "little bits of carelessness" It's still highly encouraging, however. My brother, whose opinion is not worthless, but scarcely as qualified as my patient's, thought one of the twists in it was implausible, which did upset me a little. However, I always "believed in the story" as you might say, and I'm glad I didn't revisit it to modify the text.
This afternoon I had my tooth removed: much injecting, followed by a deal of twisting and wrenching and finally the appalling job was done. As I write, I am waiting for the local anaesthetic to wear off so I can start the paracetamol. The dentist told me I could eat normally tonight, but he overlooked the fact that I am unable to eat on the contralateral side, so there'll be no "eating normally" for me for at least 3 months. He has made me an appointment for 7 weeks time, to begin the process of replacing this last tooth with my second implant, or "cyber-tooth" as I like to call them. And it will be a goodly time after that before I can eat properly on that side. Later still I intend to have 2 more cyberteeth fitted to my right upper jaw, so that eventually I'll be able to eat on both sides, something I haven't been able to do for the better part of 3 years.
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