Isn’t it weird how when one side of your face is anaesthetised, half your toungue thinks a cold drink is actually hot? I spent a good few minutes chugging a cold blue Powerade and marvelling at this bizarre effect.
The fact that I can drink said beverage again without having to be peeled off the ceiling proves that yes, Mr Lower Left Molar has received his re-injection of metallic amalgam and is feeling like a new tooth. Whilst he really didn’t appreciate shedding the existing roof (it’s damn cold in December), the new one feels great and he’s feeling just like Steve Austin (no, not the bloody wrestler…sheesh), even though no cool gadgets or bionic powers turned out to be in the offing. Once more the Christmas nuts shall tremble at his name.