Last Tuesday - going down to my head office in Lahndan - getting ready I smack into the corner of my office door. With my face, well, cheek I thought.
Thought nothing of it.
Drove down to London, had dinner with a friend. Retired for the evening, woke up and my face had swollen a bit and gone a bit hard . . . . thought its bruising coming on from face smack - thought nothing of it - drove home that evening.
Woke up Thursday looking like a relative of John Merrick (I know his real name wasn't John, but for ease of reference . . ). Face swollen now 2 x normal size on the right and my eye swollen shut. Phoned the Quacks.
Abscess. Dental abscess - here are some drugs, ring your dentist. Brilliant.
No booze for a week - went to see dentist on Tuesday - X-ray showed 2 of my molars had snapped in half, one got infected - viola. Abscess.
The kind butcher then pulled the cracked tooth next to the poorly one out. Ouch.
I go on holiday Saturday - minus a tooth and knowing the day after I get back - the other ones coming out. Brilliant.
There's no punchline. It bloody hurt.