The mouth ulcers from being tired, stressed, having too-much-to-do-in-too-little-time, and being in pain for about five weeks because I'd fractured my tooth and hadn't made time to get it looked at...
I thought a filling was starting to degrade, so wasn't urgent - but both halves of the tooth had to come out!
Lucky it had broken, if it needed to come out: the whole tooth looked like Sideshow Bob's haircut - roots heading out in all directions!
On the up-side: Paul reckoned I wasn't a wuss and had a high pain-threshold.
Ahhh! "Hard" image maintained; result!
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