The one thing that hasn’t been boring this last month in our house has to be the Dentist.
Dentists are usually one of those things that rarely make a dent in my life. As a young thing, I chose veneers and a crown in place of expensive jewellery for milestone birthdays as my own chompers were damaged as just a wee thing.
I spent every year of my life from age 8 to about 20 ish with my hand covering my mouth when I smiled. I used to sort of grimace with my mouth closed when I could, or limit the amount that I laughed.
Granted, it means I don’t have as many smile lines as most people my age (huge benefit to not smiling for over 12 years) and I had no jewellery to show off as I grew up, but I could finally smile without worrying how people would look at my damaged teeth.
Fast forward xx years and I decide that the last Dentist I took my children to was a snotty, freshly out of Aussie Dentistry novice. He gaily lambasted me in front of my kids for the fact that their teeth had signs of damage. I guess he never bothered to read the fact that they are adopted, that baby teeth were rotten before they got to me, and adult teeth have come in pretty weak for some reason. Naa, just complain, complain, complain.
So, off goes I, when a new Dentist opens up and I think I can actually get a NHS Dentist to cut the potential costs for my ageing mouth of chompers. I happily sign up myself, my husband, mother and three children.
We all have check-ups and they give me an x-ray to see if there is any decay behind my many veneers. To my dismay, a semi-front tooth needs a filling.
The man of the house goes first and while a wisdom tooth is being extracted, the Dentist slips and spears her finger while her hand is in his mouth. Cue tests for HIV, hepatitis and other things I can’t even begin to imagine for both of them. Oh the joys.
I have hidden decay tooth filled, and happily, old veneer doesn’t pop off during the process. I skip home with glee before coming back the next week with eldest for a filling.
He makes Dentist next customer more than an hour late as he starts to scream the place down every time she came near him with needle to freeze his mouth. Major sweating from Dentist and I, bribery and corruption – and much holding of head and hands to help get it done. Afterwards he says “that wasn’t so bad”.
Filled tooth with veneer starts to ache, badly. I return for a new appointment for the Dentist to tell me that the last filling was close to the nerve and she tried to take out the filling to put a bandage on the nerve. She froze my mouth, nothing, still felt it. She added more freeze, and yup, still didn’t work. After that I was sent packing with antibiotics and a wish and a hope that it starts to calm down over the weekend. So far, it’s still a wish and a hope, but it’s only coming in excruciating waves every 30- 60 minutes instead of every 20 – 30 minutes.
Yesterday, the man of the house bit on a sweetie from the kids, and his filling from three weeks ago fell out….
Surely our trips to the Dentist will subside soon………… I am hoping they are all sorted out BEFORE Xmas and New Year hit us. The way things are going, I am not entirely hopeful of a happy ending.
Toothache hurts – end of story.