I write to you this
morning on (apparently) the hottest day in September since 1911, from the stuffy walk in
centre waiting room. I've managed to get myself a nice little infection in my
gum behind my wisdom tooth. It's not painful one bit and I'm having the best
time (said through partially gritted teeth because I can't close my mouth
properly)! I'm also totally 100% looking forward to having a whole week off the
booze due to the antibiotics, especially when I'm booked in for a bottomless
brunch on Saturday afternoon. It's an even bigger bummer of a situation that
there'll be over 30 other people in my party enjoying the delights of unlimited
Prosecco (literally my dream) whilst I'll probably be crying into my eggs (and
non-alcoholic cocktail). WAHHHHH!
(edit: I totally googled this and it's apparently a myth, so don't expect to hear from me for the next week as I'll probably be face down in a puddle of my own vomit.)
