Hurrah! My momma bear has come to pay a visit. I somehow feel I tricked her into coming but now that she is in my grasp I shall make good squidges of her. As you know, my 5 foot nothing momma has come to calm my nerves before tomorrows extraction, two refill fillings and a scale and polish at the dental hozzy. Im that cack scared that I have broken out in spots and am sick with worry. I know I keep saying this but Id rather have 12 hours labour than this 35 minute operation under sedation. Thats not even fully asleep - thats kind of awake but not knowing what the hell is happening **runs to the loo to chuck up**. Urgh, Im so pathetic. The only amazing grace on the whole event is that when they pull that tooth out, my one structure will be a tad skinnier! Its what they did in the 40's you know - these ultra vain women (and lets face it, I cant be classed as vein with the freckles I have to live with!). They used to have teeth pulled just so that their bone structure in their cheeks were slender. That and corsets to make an 18 inch waist. Good lord, give me cake and a mouth full of teeth anyday!
I have betrothed my stash to Battersea Dogs home should I not make it through my "be awake and see the blood spurting everywhere" sedation. I can just imagine a poor Pekinese trying to set an eyelet - mwahahahahahahahahahaha
**Edited to add: Whoever guesses how many lumps I hurled in my spew tonight, gets a sample of it in a kleenex tissue and a little bg of delights.
And Cal, I need you address hun!