The Tooth is Out There

We pulled into the car park way ahead of my 8.30 appointment, and my husband jokingly said he couldn’t see the tanker delivering the gallons of anaesthetic I was likely to need for my extractions today.toothache

Armed with my X-ray from last week, I went into the surgery, which for eight o’clock in the morning was surprisingly busy. Bang on time, he called me in and got me settled in the chair. He had an indepth study of my X-ray, and all is not good. Describing the abscessed tooth as ‘prognosis hopeless’, he worked his way along the black and white minstrel show whilst his assistant typed the details as dictated onto my file.

In short, I have a loss of bone mass, which is not uncommon in people with diabetes (I’m type 2) . The tooth next to the loose wisdom tooth is now ‘on watch’ together with my crown from the 1980s and another dodgy largely filled tooth on the other side. The little bit of good news is that my front teeth seem to be OK, so I can still do impressions of a rabbit on The Green Diet as biting anything hard could well be detrimental (or should I say detri-dental) to my remaining gnashers.

All this is explained to me as he waited for the numbs to go numb, I mean gums to go numb. I didn’t feel a thing when the top one came out apart from a tingling in my nose, though he apologised if it felt like he was attacking my cheek. He promised he was only removing the tooth, and all through the procedure he was reasssuring, considerate and handing me tissues to wipe my sweating palms. The bottom one was a bit more of a problem, as not only did I have to lie almost horizontal, but I needed another dose of the magic stuff which took a while to kick in. That done, it came out with just a little bit of protestation, but it lost the battle just the same.

tooth fairyI asked if either were worth 10p from the Tooth Fairy, then added that as they were wisdom teeth, I should get at least a pound each. No chance, I had to fork out nearly fifty quid, but then you can’t put a price on health and being pain free can you.

As my mouth felt like I’ve the gobstopper from hell wedged in my cheek, I’m given a sheet of instructions for the next 72 hours and a spare pack of wadding in case it’s needed should the bleeding continue for more than half an hour. I am lucky in that I usually heal well and fast.smiley toothMy Dentist is a lovely man. It doesn’t matter that he’s married, and so am I, but I love my Dentist. Really.

My husband was at my side when I said so. He, like my Dentist, understands. The fact that I was still full of anaesthetic and slightly unsteady on my feet didn’t really enter into it.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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