replaced

Life Trauma over. The filling has been replaced. I left the dentist about twenty minutes ago and things have changed somewhat in ten years. My heart pounded all of the way through, from entering the waiting room, filling in the registration form to sitting in the chair. But the staff were polite and matter of fact, especially the dentist who talked me through everything he was going to do as though it's perfectly common place for another man to put his hands in your mouth and drill some of it away. It's reasonably disconcerting to be negotiating the price of the check up and filling during the procedure though.
"I'd like to use a white filling which is a white enamel and has better adhesive."
"Huu."
"Although it is slightly more expensive than the silvery national health material."
"Hae."
"£6.60 for the other. £25 for the white enamel."
"Huhuh."
"Right. I'd like a green, nurse."
So my mouth will be numb for at least another hour, but even that was more local than last time, when I couldn't even close my lips. This just feels uncomfortably like I've been hit in the jaw which means I can pretend that I was in a fist fight this morning. Suddenly I feel really hungry.