My thick jawed Estonian skull

Or Jaw to be more specific. It seems my Wisdom tooth are somewhat reluctant to remove themselves from my Thick Jaw bone. So he's crunching away, and I am all packed up top the nines with Lignocaine, and he says , "is it hurting?" and i reply, 'well some ambient pain', it will get a lot worst he tells me as I will have to cut into the gums, hack away at the jaw bone etc... long story short, they will do me under Anaesthesia.
So re-book again, and wait a month or so. Could not wait to get out of the Damn place. Had a pre op check while there, Obs taken by a woman whom had clearly had her sense of humour surgically removed at some point, reminded me of the Ex Wife.
Qued for the pleasure of paying to use my NHS car park, as usual the machine was incapable of accepting £2.00 coins ( its as if they know you just cant wait to escape!) it was raining and I had to sit next to a Scottish woman in the waiting area whom smelled of Foecies.
Am now home, dribbling like a mental patient on Chlorpromazine, and just waiting for the exquisite pleasure of my tooth to start to hurt, made a lovely crunching sound as he had a go at it with his 'Black and Decker' pliers.
Home now to enjoy the smell of the Stir Fry I am making for the kids ( in my cooking comfort zone) much nicer than the smell of Foecies, and drinking a well earned G and T ( or is that dribbling?) through a pink Straw, very metro sexual.