Warning: This post is gross. If you have dental-related phobias, look away now.
What happens when you avoid going to the dentist for two years? You wake up with a pinch in your gum, like someone’s holding it in pincers. As the day goes on, a raw grinding throb joins in. It worsens hourly. Paracetamol has no effect and you can’t close your mouth because of the swelling. Just when you think you can’t take anymore, you feel a trickle of liquid at the back of your mouth. It makes your breath rank but the pain has subsided. No matter what she puts me through tomorrow, the dentist is my new best friend.