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Posted by sean on July 19, 2017 at 11:23 pm in Work Activities with No Comments


This morning I had a dentist appointment. This appointment involved some minor treatment, and as I don’t enjoy pain, I opted for the anaesthetic.

The procedure went fine and no teeth were removed. I left the surgery £30-something lighter (thank goodness I have an NHS dentist, or it would be even more), and feeling like I had Walls sausages for lips.

I arrived at the office and got on with my work. Within an hour, I began to feel a little light headed. Now, this may be because I stupidly missed breakfast and was then told by the dentist to avoid food for 3 hours. It could also have been the drugs pumped into my gums.

I was hardly tripping my balls off, but I wasn’t all there. This was confirmed when, instead of putting a pile of letters I had just sealed in envelopes, in the post bag, I instead placed into the confidential waste bin, which is locked with a key not on the premises. It’s one of those things that I realised I had done wrong within a second of doing it, but nothing could be done… apart from reprinting and reenveloping all the letters, which is what I did.

I’m never getting high again.

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