steve's Journal

ouch, drink, pause, ouch - again
Another bloody abcess. This time it's the tooth at the other end of my bridge from the one that flared up so delightfully on the anniversary of the first meeting between Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin.

The repairs done then were more or less excellent, apart from the fact that the dentist had to insert a small steel rod inside the nerve canal, and lasted until the beginning of this year when I got accidentally pushed into a beer glass and something in the bridge cracked.

It was no more than a minor irritation until a short while ago when it began to flare up. No problem, I says, I'm seeing the dentist next week anyway.

I was wrong, though, it's been doing the getting worse thing for some days, and so today I finally managed to get to the dentist.

[He's a darn' good one, by the way, and if anyone in Edinburgh is reading this, he's still got slots on his NHS roll]

Anyway, I was lucky with timing, so he saw me almost immediately. Yeah, another abcess, and this time a prescription for dead strong, don't even think about drinking with these, antibiotics (unless you like acetaldehyde poisoning, of course).

So, given that Thursday's my "night out", I reckon I'm starting them tomorrow, and facing the prospect of a totally dry weekend.

Thinks: I wonder if it interferes with anything else?

Current Mood: uncomfortable
Current Music: mild subnasal throbbing