Today has sucked. Dentist this afternoon (the reason I booked from ed.uk so soon) and it turns out that what I thought was simple discolouration near the tops of my front six teeth is in fact demineralisation caused by too much in the way of black coffee and Dr Pepper. Five are repairable. They can be fixed by cutting down on the strong coffee and the acid-y soft drinks, though no mention was made of where the fuck I'm supposed to get a caffeine hit in a morning from now. I was also berated for not brushing my teeth at least twice a day. I'm under strict instructions to do so, to change what I drink, and to use a powerful fluoride mouthwash at least twice a day. Needless to say, I feel about --><-- big. That, and I have to return on Monday. As I said, five are repairable. The sixth is too far gone. It needs serious work done on it, as the enamel near the gum is slightly weaker than chalk right now, and it's the largest of the sixth. Apparently, after Monday, I have to be a fucking Angel of Oral Hygeine for three months to see any benefit and avoid five more repairs.
I wouldn't mind but ever since I've been a very, very small child my teeth have been the one part of me that have never had anything really wrong with them. I had to have three milk teeth pulled, this is true, but that was because they were too strong. I could bite through anything you could concieve without a problem. And now I get told that the white lines near my gums that have been there for years are in fact very dangerous to my teeth.
Cut down on black coffee and Dr Pepper. What the fuck kind of student am I supposed to be? At least he didn't say curry.
Then, walking home, I get caught in the only snow seen here in Hull. Which lasts for precisely 13 minutes of a 15 minute walk, and ends suddenly as soon as I start walking down the driveway to our house. Sodding weather.
So my reaction to today as a whole rather rhymes with "clucking bell". I want to punch someone.