Trips to the dentist as a child always used to fill me with dread and I would wish I was somewhere else as I sat in his flexible chair sweating profusely. The smile would never filter to his eyes and he had as much warmth as Jack Frost, plus he always hurt me.
It was a bit of a shock a few weeks ago to be told I needed a filling, especially when I’d had regular check ups with a different dentist. The twist was that nothing had been mentioned and I wasn’t experiencing any pain.
It was a toss up between a filling or extraction tomorrow, though I doubt the dentist can mend the tooth now as it broke off yesterday.
Lucky for me though there is still no pain, despite the chill of cold milk on my cereal or heat of my tea.
I have a dentist who understands and doesn’t hurt, so that’s enough to lift anyone’s spirits.