My wife reminded me that the last time I had to go to such a place (I was in dire need that time as well), I got drunk to deaden the pain and rubbed whisky on the affected area. This time I only have paracetamol to help but even if we had some spirits in the house I am pleased to report that I wouldn't be tempted. Instead I will go for a swim, a long walk, write things like this blog and do anything else I can think of to keep my mind occupied until 8.30 tomorrow, when I will be in THE CHAIR.
I have good reason to be nervous as being run down by a car many years ago has left me with what my wife kindly describes as 'ghastly teeth' together with a lot of bridgework, bits of metal, and other nightmares for the dental surgeon to discover and probe about. Please wish me luck, and no, I certainly won't be watching Marathon Man on dvd tonight!