Hello. I told my husband I would be oka to drive myself about 13 miles to my Dentist as I was sure she would just do an examination and give me a new appointment. How flipping wrong I was, she decided that the best thing to do was take out the tooth which had an infection and arrange for me to go back next week for the impression,take away my denture, then the following day go back to pick up my denture with the tooth added on. She also informed me that in her opinion it would be better to remove the rest of my upper ones during the next few weeks. I have also been put on antibiotics.
I felt a bit of an idiot really because my mouth was bleeding quite a bit, I had this ruddy big lump of red cotton wool sticking out of my mouth, I was still frozen and one side of my mouth was sort of curled up as though well........ I cannot really describe it, I will leave it to your imagination. Anyway I was stood there in Boots waiting for my prescription aware what I looked like because there was this damn mirror staring at me. Must admit I did feel a bit shaky, think it was shock more than anything as I had been so sure nothing would be done. Now realising it was not good to be so big-headed as I now have to battle through heavy traffic home.
Guess I have turned it into a bit of a saga really, but it is fine for you all to laugh. Watch this space