I
wrote this the evening after I had been to the dentist at Guy's. I
had left home at 9.30am for my appointment at 10.30am, and didn't get
home until 1.55pm. I was in there for just over two hours, then when
I got to the train station, the train that was going to my stop
suddenly announced it wasn't and I had to get another train which was
15 mins later. Phew. Here it is
I
went to the dentist the other day,
and
that's quite a story.
First
of all
they
asked me my medical history.
Then
I saw the consultant
about
my antibiotic cover,
so
the treatment could begin.
when
that was over,
They
checked my teeth
to
see if they were OK.
Another
wait before
I had
to have an X-ray.
I
hate those bites
they
make me gag,
so
pleased it was done,
I
picked up my bag.
Then
another wait,
the
X-ray showed I needed a filling
I
have to go another day,
all
that waiting, it was killing.
Then
I got to the trains,
the
one I find wasn't going to my stop,
yet
another wait,
I
felt like doing a strop.
I'd
left home at 9.30,
it
was now four hours later.
I was
finally home,
so
glad to see my mater.
