8 injections later...

You know what I love? The rush of adrenaline when a needle pierces through your skin and the intense surge of pain throughout your body that follows.

You know what I actually love? Sarcasm.

1460 days later, and I have now finished University. Woohoo. Well, somewhat premature woohoo because I have to have actually passed my final exams but that's a minor thing. I wanna woohoo and I'm gonna damnit. WOOHOO.

How did I celebrate? A trip to the dentist of course!

Normal celebrations are just so conventional. I love me some local anaesthetic and bright glaring overhead light for mine. Hell to the ye-ahhh. Or more helllb to thbe yebbah. My face is very numb, but I'll get to that.

Four fillings were to be had (what would the tooth-fairy think if she could see me now...).  Like the mature grown-up I have now become after four years at University, I calmly and collectedly walked to the dentist, went in, sat down, and awaited my death by needle and drill appointment entirely unfazed by the whole situation.

'Danielle, would you like to come in? Sorry for the wait'

'HELL FUCKING NO, I CAN THINK OF NOTHING WORSE ACTUALLY  Oh thanks, oh no, I wasn't waiting long at all actually'
*N.B. I may or may not arrived half an hour early which, coincidentally, may or may not be just enough time to completely psych yourself out about something you may or may not be terrified about. 

So down I sat, terrified, on the verge of a breakdown with a happy and carefree heart, lay back and sighed a contented sigh. So this is how I die, I thought. Finally, my teeth would be hole-free.

Anyway, due to being hypermobile, apparently, anaesthetic doesn't always work as well. Turns out, this is not an urban myth, but entirely true.

At this point, I would very much like to thank my nerve endings for taking part in this experiment. However, next time,  it might be nice to be informed that this was taking place. Just an idea, not that I didn't love the unexpected excruciating pain surging through my mouth and face element of surprise.

After fearing the first injection more than just about any horror movie ever made just a tiny bit, by the sixth injection, I was well-versed in what to expect. By the eighth, I was pretty much ready to do them myself.

An hour later, and an extremely numb face, and my teeth are now holey brilliant. Well, unholey brilliant, but that doesn't really work as well...

Iam never ever returning to that sadistic hell-hole ever again t really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be to be fair. Here's hoping I don't give myself a fat lip like the first and only other time I've had a filling...

As I sit here doing goldfish impressions facial exercises to lessen the numbing of my face (Google says it works so it must be true), I have only 3 days left in Bath in the student lifestyle. The real world back at home beckons.

Oh gosh.