I went to the dentist today and there was some discussion
over a troublesome tooth that I’ve mentioned on this blog before. The
incomparable Medeea – in whom I have (unusually for me) complete confidence –
said that if she re-filled it her way, there was a good chance that it would hold
better than previous attempts. It would, however, requite extra drilling. An
appointment was made, and then she advised me to make sure I ate something
before I came in. ‘Make you feel stronger,’ she said.
Feel stronger? What’s that all about? Why, exactly, do I
need to feel stronger? What, exactly, are we talking about here?
Walking back to the car, my thoughts drifted to an account I
read once about Josiah Wedgwood having his leg amputated without anaesthetic. I
found myself wondering whether he’d had something to eat first.
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