Off to the dentist...

I've never had any problem with my teeth.  I have one filling caused by an impact when foolishly playing rugby at school (one reason I took up archery) and a chipped front tooth caused by a collision while attempting a kiss during over-enthusiastic girl on top sex with one of my university redheads.  But recently one of my wisdom teeth broke on an olive stone (yes, it was from a Martini).  I was hoping my whizzy dentist could fix it but he just tut-tutted and said the dreaded words: "It'll have to come out!"  I instantly glanced at the knob on the surgery door as that, no doubt, is where they will tie the string.  I gather they will give me an anaesthetic, which is even more painful than the procedure itself.

Not looking forward to it!