I'm sat in the dentists waiting room. I'm waiting for a man to drill in my face. This I have to pay for. The dentist doesn't scare me though. I've never suffered from toothaches. There used to be a calming goldfish tank to help you relax. That's gone, leaving only the people sitting looking frightened and listening to the quiet and frankly unnerving radio station wash over us. Ahh what's that new noise? A nearby drilling noise. That familiar shrill whine. Not accompanied by a scream thankfully.  Can I change my mind. 
I lied about not being bothered. 
Let's get this over with for at least another year. I don't eat on the day of a dental visit. I shall picture having a full plateful when I close my eyes in the chair. 

I have a headache today which is unusual. I hope that it's a clue as to the spirits we may encounter tonight, telling me that someone had a head trauma. I have no desire to be psychic though. And I'm not by the way. ( even though spirits tell my team that I am). Maybe a lie down is on order after I eat. But.. That means I won't watch a film today. Oh I can't decide. 
I think my nervous mind is just trying to keep busy whilst anxiously waiting the drill man. 
What else? 
I've been drinking a bottle of water everyday and I do feel better for it. I used to drink loads of water before my son was born and then I exchanged it for coffee. I also take vitamins everyday. All this doesn't stop my hair falling out. In fact  what's left of my fringe is now conspiring against me. My fringe flops forward to cover up the hair follicles underneath that are diving off my scalp onto the floor. 
My body is a bastard. And you can tell it I said so.