The old man went to the dentists this morning to have the first set of extractions… along with him went the old lady for her fillings.
She came out happy as Larry… and the old man came out looking like he was going to burst into tears. He’d had three extractions and wasn’t too pleased.
I think he was looking for some sympathy but I’m afraid I just laughed… awww what sort of support am I? 🙂 I pointed out that if he’d just gone to the dentist *once* every *ten* years since the war he’d not be there having *all* the work done at once!! I don’t think he was impresed. 🙂
We’ve got home and he’s still bleeding a bit… after an hour. The old lady has forgotten already… she just asked why her mouth was swollen! The old man has already taken two Nurofen… I think he’ll work his way through the packet before bedtime!! He’s not a particularly good patient of course… I’ve given him extra gauze to bite on to help mop up the blood… but he keeps taking it out to look at it to see if he’s still bleeding. Agghh…
What’s worse is he’s going back for fillings on Monday and then for the other three extractions next Friday… I think I feel more sorry for us than him 😀
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