I wake in Budapest at a gorgeous hotel and take a taxi to Vitaleurope
the dentists. The customer service is second to none. Not just friendly but attentive.
Not just attentive but professional and not just professional but honest. The
entire dental process at vitaleurope  is transparent and without add-ons or sales tricks.
The clinic is stylish large and obviously clean with an efficient  attentive relaxed workforce. Or so it seems. Remain calm Lemn. Everything may  be perfect.

I am led into a room were 27 year old Anita stands. We smile
at each other and make jokes for the next hour while Anita, who obviously loves
her job which is good, scratches s away at my teeth to get them basically clean
and ready for the main  work. The
equipment is state of the art. But pain has an age old tradition of hurting.   

Peter  the
dentist  walks  in. He has less humour but a more serious
job.  I notice that when talking to Anita
in Hungarian he has humour. I consider this while he is sticking needles the
size of Big Ben into my tender  already
screaming gums.  Peter had a job to do
and got on with it punctuating his excavations with 
“rinse please”.   

And the more
pain I felt the more irritating and the monotone “rinse please”  became.  I considered what I would like, a funny dentist or a good denitist – the
latter ofcourse. Maybe both, a funny and a good dentist.  But if he was too funny
I would wonder what he was hiding. Sometimes I am funny and people wonder what
I am hiding, especially on stage.  And
all i want to say is it’s no biggie. I am
good at what I do too.

Before I know it the tooth tunnelling is over. Three hours
have passed and I am  traumatised and
tired. I am also toothless to the left upper and the right upper back end of my teeth.  I am not in pain through any wrong doing but through 
THE INVASION OF THE TOOTH SNATCHERS.  I leave the dentist wounded and in shock. back at the hotel the numbness is interesting and
akward.   I go for a swim to destract myself.  Not a good idea.  As the numbness wained
later  the pain crept in wiht the night ..  It
was like  Dracula coming out the
moment  the sun goes down.

“Mwaaahahhahahaha I am Pain and I’m gonna make you suffer
sucky liiiidddle poet man”   

Come back numbness all is forgiven .  The word Pain is too few syllables for too
horrific an experience. I was in throbbing excruciating   AGONY . Three syllables in five letters.    I “ouch” laid “ouch” my head
“ouch” on the “eek” Pillow..”yowzer” and as it subsided late late in the night  I slept like a maybe.