And again with the teeth.
What I thought was two wobbly teeth after cracking another tooth last week sometime turned out to be one tooth split down the middle (pretty much like the accident with the olive stone, except I didn't feel it at the time).

So, off to the dentist for investigation, and then removal. Options were to either remove one chunk and rebuild the tooth (which would be complex and involve delays), or just whip the whole thing out - I went for the second choice.

I seem to have re-acquired my tolerance for lignocaine, so after a second lot of injections and a fairly long wait for it to cut in, I got to try a new local. Unfortunately I didn't catch the name of it, but it's another coca-family one, only this time bundled with a vasoconstrictor to stop it escaping. This seemed to work (also eventually), which is good because the second fallback would have been shooting the anaesthetic up between the gum and the tooth, which is apparently even more painful than an extraction....

Tooth fragments all removed (thinks: surely someone could come up with a micro-demolitions munition suitable for removing teeth), and still in a state of dizziness, I find myself on the bus back to work. Anything for a distraction, I guess....