Wednesday, 16 January 2013

A pat on the back

Today was supposed to be my annual dental check-up, but at the end of last week I noticed I couldn't have anything remotely cold touch one of my teeth and, as it had got progressively worse over the past few days, I phoned to ask if, alongside my check-up and twice yearly assignation with the hygenist, I could have it fixed.

An hour or so in the dentist chair with Dr Chris, the dentist, chatting away at me (why do they do that?) and a couple of injections, saw an old filling removed and a new one ensconced. A very unpleasant process, but of course I do realise it could have been a whole lot worse than an old, cracked filling needing replaced.

And then it was off to the hygenist for an equally unpleasant time.

I don't know what it is about the hygenist, but the only way I can describe it is like being back at school waiting for a telling off from the teacher.

'What brush do you use?'

'What toothpaste do you use?'

'What floss do you use?'

All apparently answered correctly and followed by a huge sense of relief when the 20 something-year-old hygenist told me how good I've been in the tooth brushing and flossing department, which made me blush with pride and felt like I'd been awarded the class prize.


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