So I’m in bed twisting like Boris at “Question Time”, looking like Tyson after extended match and popping pills and assorted liquids that would put our resident drug fiends to shame. Fuck me, it hurts.
After a long debate on whether to do another root canal/cyst treatment under LL6 or having a transplant, I decided on the latter. And to top it off, as the adjacent LL5 got damaged recently , I thought, well let’s have both cunts replaced with implants and that should last me until covid or old age arrange for my departure.
I was promised to have “some discomfort” and take regular pain