It was that time of the year again. My semi-annual visit to the dentist. I already knew there would be some drilling involved, as part of my tooth had broken off (again! This is I think the 4th or 5th time it happened in a period of 3 years). It seemed a small part had broken off, but once the dentist was finished drilling it felt like half my tooth was missing. And unlike previous drilling excercises, this time it hurt! Of course, no sedation whatsoever. When filling the newly drilled hole, the assistent was working on it like it was a piece of art. There was no end to it, each time a bit of polishing more or removing a bit of excess filling. But I guess it's better this way then a sloppy job. There used to be a time I was scared of drilling, but it becomes normal routine after a while and I think I'm getting to the point where I've become used to the feeling. And now, after a 30 minutes at the dentist's , my teeth are again completely renovated. So I bought myself a pack of candy to prepare myself for the next visit to the dentist!