Today I had my regular Monday rendezvous with my dentist. Good news! I have finally been released from their vice-like grip. After seven appointments in eight weeks I was stunned and disbelieving when they told me it was finally over. Though, I was starting to think they would have to replace the new fillings just for something to do ... I narrowly avoided having to have a perfectly good wisdom tooth yanked. That would have been scary.
I'm a little bit sad it's over for two reasons. My new dentist is young and good-looking with lovely hands. Even when he's drilling out old fillings with no anesthetic I don't mind. Secondly, the 7-11 convenience store near there sells Red Bull - my latest obsession and secret weapon to energy-filled days. The All Blacks drink it. I'm sure you heard the news of New Zealand's glorious victory in the Rugby World Cup!!!!!! Yaye!