I went to the dentist this morning. I’ve been going to see Andrew fro about eighteen years now. He is brilliant – very gentle and understanding. He’s quite often got the needle in and out before I realised what was happening.

Something went a bit strange with my filling this morning. As Andrew put the anaesthetic in, I felt something wierd trickle down the back of my throat. I had a little rinse, lay back in the chair and felt as though A band had been placed across my throat and it was beginning to tighten. Standing up and walking around, I felt a bit dizzy and felt myself begin to panic. I sat down and breathed slowly, trying to calm down. Then I felt I was going to be sick. Luckily I wasn’t.

Five minutes later I felt okay, but didn’t feel the anaesthetic had numbed the tooth, so Andrew put in another injection. This one worked – back at home my tongue has never felt so swollen.

It’s not easy being a wimp, y’know?