Dentist…

…After what felt like some kind of biblical storm (with hailstones like pebbles) the sun came out for my trip to the dentist.
I’m what they call a ‘sensitive’ patient. (They mean ‘she’s a wuss’). I was having an old filling replaced. It wasn’t major stuff, but it was, you know, the numbing and the drilling. Which always sets me up all of a dither. Anyway, he did a fab and efficient job and showed me a photo of the shiny new filling just before I got out of the chair. And as I tottered away, still trembling I heard myself, at the door, through polite dribble, say ‘that’s really fab thank you, I’ll have all the rest done. Good bye’.
It wasn’t until I was back out in the fresh air that it struck me how funny I must have sounded.
Stress eh? :-)