An image from 1300s (A.D.) England depicting a...
An image from 1300s (A.D.) England depicting a dentist extracting a tooth with forceps. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

……even at those prices. For some time now I have endured, if that is the right word to describe it, a loose tooth ( a molar) caused by an infection in the gum. The dentist arranged an appointment on my behalf to attend the dental department in a hospital  which is in a town some eight miles away. Evidently my own local hospital doesn’t offer the service. The appointment was made on-line and checking it out later I was informed that it would be sixteen to eighteen weeks of waiting. I thought at the time how ridiculous is that? If I had such a severe infection the waiting should have been less, however, in the meantime and in fact a week or so after the appointment was made, the infection disappeared and has remained that way until the time of writing this, Tuesday 10th. I use mouthwashes regularly and I think that is why the problem cleared. Unfortunately the tooth at the root of the problem became loose and remained so whilst the gum healed. The tooth had no anchor by now and was left dangling like the gong in a bell! I thought it would fall out all of its own accord but after several weeks of putting up with it I decided to call the dentist’s surgery to see if they could fit me in. They had an available slot twenty minutes after my call so I jumped at the chance and drove there. Under normal circumstances the journey is around ten to fifteen minutes but it took me the twenty due to road works and closed-off routes. Isn’t it always the way that obstacles always seem to hinder a journey when you are in a hurry? Aside from road closures I got behind a few drivers who couldn’t drive at the speed limit and others who dilly-dallied not knowing where they were going it seemed. I walked through the door of the surgery and ten minutes later I walked out less one tooth and £56! Now that I thought was ridiculous too…..a great wage for less than ten minutes work! I should have been a dentist. I was told not to eat or drink for three hours but in fact that was a bit tongue-in-cheek for as the dentist told me, the wound was slight and had in fact already healed. Nevertheless I took the advice and starved myself for a few hours. Each time I visit the dentist, which is  every six months for check-ups, we have a laugh. The banter we have is relaxing though I never have fears in visiting the dentist as some folk might. The only thing I don’t like about visiting the dentist is the cost! It is ridiculous!

Shirley Anne


Author: Shirley Anne

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