The Duchess

Watched it last night before getting stoned on painkillers and wine.

So, the movie is based on the book "Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire" by one Amanda Foreman. Since the late 18th century is one of my favourite periods of English history, I might order it.

( The Plot )

( PW's thoughts )

I'm really curious as to whether others felt differently about the movie.

I can haz implant

The root is out, the implant in. It's nice to have feeling return to my tongue and lower lip, but with feeling comes pain, I'm afraid. Hardly surprising, as somebody went at my jawbone with a drill. And I mean *drill*, not the cute thingies they use for eliminating caries. No, drill, as in 1mm of diametre. And then he put the implant in with a screwdriver (horizontal handle instead of vertical, but still a screwdriver).

I'm busy licking lukewarm mashed potatoes off a teaspoon (hot is bad, the colder the better) and shall soon retire to the couch with painkillers and vodka (-18° must be ideal)

On the plus side: I've survived the horror. I didn't cancel the appointments but went through with it, and I'm rather proud of myself for having faced one of my worst fears. Aaand I get to stay home tomorrow, except for a short trip to the dentist, because he wants to have a look at the stitches.

May I just say that taking a taxi home after the ordeal was terribly embarrassing? Holding an ice bag to my jaw, dribbling a bit because the right half of my face was completely numb and thus uncontrollable, and barely able to pronounce the name of my street... Oh, well. It's done. Pampering time...