If you see something hovering over my house, then it's probably the Tooth Fairy. I seem to be her best friend at the moment. It really started a year ago. I had a niggling tooth ache and went to see my dentist. She thought I probably had a cracked tooth. It was duly X-rayed, but nothing untoward showed up. She decided to re-fill it. Twenty minutes of torment later, the job was done, and off home I went. Was that the end? No! Back I went, still with toothache and she thought a root filling would provide the cure - this is quite a big job, consisting of a fifteen minute and a thirty minute appointment. I unwillingly agreed and the procedures were later carried out. Unfortunately, this didn't cure the problem and the pain was worse. The final solution was to extract the said tooth.
This was put under the pillow, and our friend TF took it away.
A few months later, the opposite number started to twinge. "Here we go again," I thought. Back to my friend (we were getting really close by now) the dentist who X-rayed again, said that nothing looked wrong and would I like it re-filled. I said that as we had been down that road before, could we by-pass a few procedures and just get rid of it. "It's your tooth!" she said, so out it jolly well came.
TF grabbed it up from beneath my pillow.
Was that the end? No! I had told her to take out the wrong tooth. Well, I did think that it was the right one, but it was its next door neighbour. I was pretty gutted, I can tell you. A further appointment was made, and I prepared to look a real plonker when I told her the outcome. However, whilst brushing on Sunday, I felt a hard bit in my mouth and found that a quarter of the tooth had broken off.
TF took the quarter away.
Tomorrow I go back to my dentist.
At this rate I will be living with a very happy tooth fairy and have a smile that will remind you of Stonehenge.
Footnote: I went back today, fearing she would think, "What a wally." She still insisted that the one she took out was damaged, and the one next to it broke as a consequence. A small filling and, fingers crossed...........Tooth Fairy has flown away, disappointed
Thoughts from a Wiltshire Moonraker
About Me
- Moonraker
- I was born into an idyllic world such as one reads in the books of Enid Blyton. I grew up, and indeed, am still growing up, on these books. It was a wonderful, cosy world. Crackling log fires, heaps of food and lashings of ginger beer. Hurrah!
4 comments:
What time was your appointment? Two-thirty? (Tooth-hurty... har har, funny joke.)
Sorry to hear about your woes. Tooth problems are no laughing matter and I'm just lucky I haven't really had any problems at all, except for movement of widsom teeth some years ago (these are now turned sideways and buried deep, but sleeping peacefully).
Who's TT? Did you mean TF, as in Tooth Fairy? *puzzled*
Keith
Ha ha joke! Tooth hurty, no tooth fortifed (2.45). I'll ammend the abbreviation; should have been TF!
Ugh... that reminds me, I need a dentist appointment soon... and I really really dislike going to the dentist...
Let's hope the Tooth Fairy will go after someone elses teeth from now on :)
xoxo
Cassie
Keep up the good work.
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