For the first time I had a tooth pulled out this afternoon – a curiously basic process involving a pair of pliers and a dentist tugging and twisting for five minutes or so. That hasn’t changed much, but boy was I glad for the anaesthetic that still makes me feel as though I haven’t got a bottom jaw.
Not an experience I would have cared for 100 years or so – but one of course that I would have been far more likely to have to endure more often.
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