normally i dread going to the dentist - not because of the incessant scraping, prodding, poking, pulling, grinding, drilling, scratching (have i made you cringe yet?) but because they always give me a lecture on how i should have been to see them more recently than i did - even if that was about three hours nipping back to the flat to pick up my wallet to pay the bill.
however, this time was a pleasant and educational exception. upon explaining that i'd been up half the night in massive pain around my lower right wisdom tooth, he took one glance and said "ah yes, how is your latin?". Not being a latin reader at college (we did hand to hand combat, weights of common street narcotics and dance at my school) he started to proceeed about the sad state of schooling these days. I interupted saying although my latin is poor, i'm always eager to learn, and he explain i have pericoronitis. Peri - perimeter, coron - crown, itis - inflamation - my partially erupted wisdom tooth has skin covering it which becomes abrased and infected stopping me from sleeping - and now drinking, as I'm on antibiotics.
I love this medical stuff :)
