Yes, I finally had my dental appointment where I had my Bastard Tooth (tm) removed. I'd been worrying about it all week - I've had teeth out before, but only when I was a kid and that was under general anaesthetic.
"You may feel some pressure" my hairy tap-dancing arse!
I HAVE A BLEEDING MOTHER-FUCKING HOLE IN MY MOTHER-FUCKING MOUTH.
[time passes]
OK, I've properly gummed up since then, although my saliva still obviously contains a fair bit of blood.
Of course, I'm very glad that tooth has now gone as it had been causing me a lot of pain recently. I should now be able to sleep like a big drunken baby again once the ache from this goes down.
Until recently, this bugger was a rent-free lodger in my jaw:
Alas, he was made redundant due to the credit crunch, and in the end I was forced to let him go. Incidentally, that's the most photogenic angle of that tooth - it looks pretty bad from the other side.