I had my filling today, and pleased to say that as usual, my dentist did not hurt me.
The guy is a god: I get the anesthetic cotton wool before the site sees the needle, the first of which is just enough to numb the gum before the biggie and face-dead syndrome.
Content as I was to drip and drool in the chair, I didn’t feel a thing as he drilled away.
And he’s going into private practice.
Whilst I am pleased for him (sort of, from a selfish point of view), I shall indeed miss him.
He has a young family who rarely sees him as he works 12 hours a day, and his retirement age has been put back to 68 to 75 depending on later Government decisions, so I can understand him being pissed off and wanting to make as much money as he can so that he can enjoy life in later years rather than work until he drops.
I’m not daft enough to think he’s on the breadline, but everyone is entitled to a Life, not mere existence with TPTB taking a huge chunk before you even start.
We haven’t a hope in hell of being able to afford private treatment so have been signed on with a lady dentist who apparently is very nice. I have to go back for a check up in four months rather than six as I have lost a lot of bone mass round one particular tooth. Sadly for me he is taking time off for an extended holiday before the change in status and they cannot fit me in with him at all.
The tooth next to the one of concern is also on borrowed time as I had it crowned 35 years ago and the tooth is pegged to keep it in place. From the X-ray, you can see the root canal is incomplete, so rather than redo it and have another crown (loads of dosh I haven’t got to spare even under the NHS), it can come out. Sadly, no discounts available for multiple extractions, but we shall indeed see. I don’t think I’m ready for false gnashers quite yet.