Not a very exciting trip taken yesterday. To where you ask? To the dentist.
Big tooth, bottom far left started moving about a bit a while ago. No pain as the bit above it would bite against was lost a long time ago. However, it had started wobbling about more and more and my concern was it’d shake itself out while I slept and bite me in the throat.
Early morning I phoned the dentist to make an appointment which, according to the fear inducing folk responsible for delivering ‘news’, I may, if lucky, get for mid 2025.
I was only number three in the phone queue so was soon speaking to a human. I explained my dilemma and the answer came thus, ”Can you get here for eleven thirty?” “Wah...? Yes I can.” Said I as I sat back in amazement.
Got there, wait outside until asked to enter, sanitized with a bucket of that chemi goo and seated. “Yup, it needs removing.” Said the dentist.
Time for my stock question, so I enquired of the rather attractive nurse, from the little I could see of her through visors, respirators and plastic hat, “You think having it pulled will detract from my boyish good looks at all?” Through much laughter she assured me that, in the unlikely event I’d ever had such looks, it was way too late to worry about it now. Feeling a tad sad and hurt, I gave the go ahead.
All done and home with a numb mouth to find the satellite TV had done gone dead. Oh the horror of having nothing to watch. Wot to do? Fiddle is wot I done did and eventually got it working and confirmed that, on or off, there really is nothing to watch. Thus it would seem the TV is just a bit of company sitting over the other side of the room quietly talking to itself.
Addendumadodad; While paying for the extraction, I asked if I could make an appointment for my little nest of vipers for a check-up. Only by phone I was sharply told. I stepped out into the street, so there was a door between us, phoned and got an appointment for this morning. So it would seem, paying? Cool. Ask for an appointment? Get thee out you filthy plague carrier. Ah shacks ma heed.
Additional Addendumadodad; nearly forgot; absolutely no co-co or puncture questions were involved during either of these toothy adventure.
Quote; Rodney Dangerfield.
“I told my dentist my teeth are going yellow. He told me to wear a brown tie.”
2 comments:
I have nothing but praise for my dentist. Back in October I broke a tooth. Lots of sharp bits. Rang up. Can you come in tomorrow? One of the instructions was "Don't arrive more than ten minutes early."
I'm a fellow who has a perma-tape running in my head "I'm gonna be late - I'm gonna be late", rather like the white rabbit in Alice in wonderland. I have always thought it best to arrive for appointments no later than half an hour early.
So I arrive at the door of the dentists and find it locked. Moments later a young thing opens the door armed with a ray gun. In the background I see the two receptionists rolling about laughing. When I've been zapped, one of the receptionists says "We said: That will be Mr Rick, he's always half an hour early. Come in Mr Rick, take a seat in the waiting room." All jolliness and smiles.
Passing my time in the waiting room I read the notice board. My recollections are not perfect but one of the notices went something like this: It was from the National association of Dentists, who were apologising profusely for the exorbitant price rise of NHS dental charges which was the fault of the government spending an inordinate amount of money on the covid crisis.
It appeared that dentists were furious with the government. I felt at home.
Rick
Rick,
Hope you don't mind, up front this evening.
Yes, I noticed the sharp increase in cost. Her indoors visit was treated as a check-up requiring a small filling so cost a tad more than my extraction.
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