Oh…my…God. Who ever knew that a toothache could be quite so depressingly painful? In the past few days I’ve gone through a full bottle of Anbesol a day, had more hot water bottles than a granny and taken so much painkillers that I’m amazed I don’t rattle when I walk. If anybody else whinged about toothache as much as I have in the past few days I’d call them a pussy and think they were a moaning Minnie, but seriously, this is torture!

It all started with a root canal….okay, so it wasn’t painful at the time. I could just about deal with lying with my mouth open for an hour and a half and feeling like I looked like a hippo. I could even deal with it when I poured the rinsing solution down my chest because I missed my completely numb mouth. But what I cannot deal with is the persistant throbbing in my mouth which will not go away no matter how much I shout at it.

I have to say the high point of all of this was sucking a bounty bar to death this afternoon. Yes, I am that refined. Beggars can’t be choosers huh?