Teeth Get on my Nerves.

Much prayer and paracetamol has passed in the last few days.  One of my rotten teeth became rotten and has given me increasing pain.  It was touching on unbearable at times, sleep was difficult as was eating, and today I went round the dentists trying to get in. 

The first two I tried possessed friendly, even caring receptionists, who threw me out as there was no NHS openings with their men.  Both were helpful and looked willing to aid me if possible however, that was not possible so back home to pray for guidance or healing.  

Healing was not given, not while there are dentists around to do the job it appeared.  Instead I was led to a dentists who had an open door for trauma teeth.  This was not NHS but by now I had stopped caring, I also had some idea of the prices and considered this was worth it.  

So, of I ran at high speed, crashed in the door and fell at the receptionists feet demanding mercy.

This was given.

Highly efficient and polite she enabled me to see a man in an hours time, less actually as they called me to come early, again I ran.  As I entered the door a second receptionist was on duty, she recognised me by my desperate face.  

Soon I was ensconced in a  fancy chair, a man prodding my teeth here and 'ouch' yes there, while a lovely young lass floated around silently providing his requirements.  Proddings abundant, X-Rays, note how they both run away to the far side when X-rays are taken thus providing assurance, and other bits were on offer, along with relevant questions and photographs of my teeth. 

So, he decided the nerves in a broken tooth had died, thus leading to swelling, this pain, thus he froze it somewhat and made a date to remove the beast next Monday afternoon.  So, armed with antibiotics and hope I gleefully went home, at the moment able to eat again.  How soon the pain will return I know not but paracetamol is abundant today in here.

The lack of NHS dentists is clear, no money for the dentist in this.  Today my examination cost £60 and the tooth extraction will be £165.  I can afford this, though some other work will cost vast amounts, in the 500s or so.  Therefore I was not recommended this.  The emergency fund has a use, and is being used as it ought to be.  

One small tooth ruined my week.  It is years since I have had toothache and I do not want it again.  I may however, take more care of my teeth now.  

All else is at a standstill, nothing else mattered, nothing else interested or kept me occupied.  Even the plan to clean the oven has been put back, and this is a shame.  Maybe later.