I'm sitting at the dentist. About to get three fillings. And that'll be my last appointment for an age. I don't mind the appointments. I get to sit on my ass and chill and watch Who Framed Roger Rabbit and House. I did mind being on painkillers and antibiotics for 6 weeks. But that's all over and done with now. I'm proud of myself for having done this. Forked out a small fortune and actually made and kept these appointments. It was out of character for me, but it had to be done. My teeth were falling out, and all those infections were probably making me ill when I ponder the fact that I was probably swallowing them too. Now I have now money left but what else is new.

Again all these good things I'm doing for myself see no tangible rewards. Not a red cent for CvD, living like a pauper among the palms. Oh well.