I got through to my dentist, who said I had to just take the antibiotics for a week, and they were too busy to write me a prescription for The Good Painkillers as they had a lot of private treatments that day, which was nice. We had a family thing on Saturday, so I took why’s advice of taking the three different painkillers two hours apart, which worked fairly well, although Rob’s granddad was intent on getting me to have a glass of sherry, even when I explained that mixing that with the metronidazole would likely result in me being violently ill on their nice rug – he said ‘I’d risk it if it were me!’ So I had to politely decline about seven hundred times, bless him.
Anyhoo, I’ve now been to Kings and the oral surgeon agrees it definitely needs to come out, although he’s booked me in with a more senior surgeon because, looking at the x-ray, the nerve and the root are far too intimate so there’s more of a risk of nerve damage. I’m going to be sedated which I think is wise; the nurse said my blood pressure was through the roof and that was down to nerves being in the hospital; usually it is really low. So I’ve only got just over a couple more weeks of this, hopefully. I’m very pleased that the NHS waiting list is so short.
