I had eight teeth extracted this morning (two of them badly infected) and then the bases for four implants screwed into my jaw. Then I had the wounds stitched. I was 2 hours and 50 minutes in the dentist’s chair, and apart from 3 or 4 seconds, the entire operation was completely painless. However, the next five hours (after the anaesthetic wore off) involved pain more excruciating than any I can remember apart from a medication interaction twenty five years ago. I also look (and talk) like one of the old folks in Coronation Street, as the actual teeth don’t get screwed onto the bases for another three months.
I sat in the chair looking at the panoramic X-ray of my gob as viewed from the back of my noddle. I thought how out of proportion to my head the jaw looked…..the result (I was once told) of grinding my teeth during sleep for the last half century. It looked like the jawbone of an ass, and probably is exactly that. But I did wonder, as the novocaine took effect, whether it might be an assbone fitted into my jaw.
The cost of this vanity/desire to eat free of pain will be around €6000. The same procedure would cost £28,000 in the UK. But then, when the populace has no money to spend, this is what happens: prices plummet. It’s all part of Signor Dragula’s Grand Italian Job to make the eurozone economy ‘more competitive’ – aka, its citizens both destitute and desperate.
As I drove down a motorway soon afterwards, the novocaine effect slowly evaporated, and by the time I returned home seventeen tiny men wielding enormous steel mallets were hammering away inside my oral cavity. I took a prescription painkiller with the suffix ‘express’, but it barely took the edge off the swinging mallets. So later I took two paracetamols, and the pain almost disappeared within ten minutes.
I have always been hypersensitive to paracetamol. Years ago I had a nasty prostate infection for which I was prescribed dihydrocodeine: very nice with a large brandy, nicer even than the 1960s, but it didn’t do much for me as a painkiller. Panadol, however, worked much better. This is something (GP friends tell me) that we don’t understand about analgaesics; and of course, a State-owned NHS is far more interested in helping us live increasingly painfully until the age of 106 than researching why one size does not fit all.
If we found out why some people respond better to simple, cheap painkillers, we could save the NHS billions in pharma bills. But to think of this requires imagination, and those who control ‘OUR’ haha NHS don’t have any….beyond dismantling it. Like many in Britain, I’m proud of the NHS: but until we take it out of the reach of bureaucrats, Trade Unions, politicians and globalist private health concerns, it will never work. Mutualisation is the only solution: everything else is merely pointless clinging to corrupt privilege and rancid ideology.
Even more pointless, however, is the act of trying to get some free speech and Truth on the Internet. Those of you already aware that, after having been unpersoned by Twitter, I’ve now been banned by them, will probably be unsurprised. It applied not just to content but band-width: in ClubMed, the bandwidth is awful. On Skype, the bandwidth is awful. On WordPress in ClubMed, every posting, every edit and every comment approval is an effort. But call up a Newscorp publication, a major MSM title, an EU/EC institution or a major financial newspaper/concern, and there is no problem at all.
The two-speed internet has already arrived. I blogged about this ad nauseam eighteen months ago, nobody took any notice, now it’s here. The plebs will have to make do, and the MoUs, MSM, Murdochs and other unpleasant things beginning with M will get the Five Star version.
In 2013, money not only talks, bent money talks earlier. A lie, as Harry Truman observed, can circle the Earth before the truth gets its pants on.
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