... you try to negotiate with your dentist for a shorter term of anti-biotics.
You should have seen my outburst at the dental clinic earlier. I am usually calm and composed in front of my dentist (cos I am scared) but when she bluffed me and gave me a 5-day anti-biotic course instead of 3-day (as earlier agreed), I went ballistic.
"But it's my birthday weeeeek!!" I shrieked.
My dentist calmed me down and explained to me why I needed a longer course. I wasn't really listening but I heard words like, "your own good" and "better safe then sorry" etc.
"I need to drinkkkkk!!" I shrieked again.
She said I can drink on Saturday. I said I have to drink on Thursday (have to?). She said anti-biotics usually kick in only after 2-3 days so Thursday is pushing it. I gave her a really sad look. Also half my mouth is swollen (I have a tooth infection, you see) so I must look like a sad deformed puppy. She relented and said that so long as I "monitor" the infection, I "may" drink on Thursday "depending on circumstances". I swear if she is not a dentist, she can be a lawyer.
As Murphy's law would have had it, I passed by a French food fair on my way back to work after seeing my dentist and they are giving out free samplers of... French vino.
This is going to be a tough week.
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