Toothless

 

What a good feeling, not having pain in the tooth!

The very good dentist quickly explained all, drilled and cut and removed almost painlessly the offender.  How glad was I!

Having eaten little for a week I am now attempting to make up for what I missed.  Sadly, this means rising early tomorrow and visiting Sainsburys before the crowds get in.  I could do without this.  However, that is where the food is stored, just behind very large price tags that provide huge benefits for shareholders and CEOs.  

How nice not to have that pain.

How do people survive on real pain I wonder?   Over the counter drugs do not always alleviate pain, and if they do it does not last.  How lucky and grateful I am today!

Of course, the wood pigeons gathered up in the trees preening themselves after eating have cared little.  All day they have sat there soaking up what sunshine there is, all puffed up to keep in the heat.

I cannot understand how they survive when it snows.

 Keir has stated that he is fully behind the Chancellor Rachel Reeves.  This has resulted in the 'Daily Star,' the paper that contested a Lettuce against Liz Truss, to offer up another lettuce to see if she can outdo Liz and beat the vegetable.   By vegetable I mean lettuce, not Keir.  Rachels new idea is to cut benefits for the disabled!  What an idea, something that has been going on for 14 years is to be tried again.  I also have an idea, keep the benefits and TAX THE RICH!

Nicola separating from her husband has all the wags talking.  Is this to avoid going to jail along with him, or is she going to jail?  Is this because she is a lesbian as many have thought and she is moving in with that story writer in Kirkcaldy?  Will she be letting go of her place in Holyrood (NO!) and should she be put on trial for her offences (YES!).  

We wait and see.

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.

Happy Smile Club

One club we all enthusiastically joined whether we like it or not was the 'Happy Smile Club.'  The entire primary school accepted membership to encourage us to clean our teeth morning or night. The success of this club is shown in the many fillings I have since obtained, although seven of these arrived by my insistence on eating cheap chewing gum! While in London cheerful Australian dentists working their way across Europe helpfully removed more, and took some of the nerves with them, and asked me to answer questions while my mouth was frozen solid. These memories ran through my addled brain this morning while I mused upon the trip across the road to Dr Sanei. A lovely man he may be but he is a dentist!  As such he is armed with a lovely smile, a blonde (I note they are always blonde) dental nurse and a dirty big drill. He smiled, the nurse smiled, the receptionist smiled, and the drill stared.....   However he did nothing but 'give them a clean' with what appeared to be a 'Back and Decker' power drill. Then threw me out onto the street unwanted for another year.  The daylight looked a lot brighter when I emerged I can tell you.

As I sauntered through the market I cogitated on why dentists are usually depressed, well they are always looking down in the mouth aren't they? Anyway then it was back home to paint once again.  Half the room done in an afternoon and stopped only because of failing light.  It was impossible to differentiate what I had done from what had gone before, so I gave up. 

It is a strange sight when clearing things away to note paint on the shirt, the carpet, the door and ask yourself "Why is there Magnolia footprints walking down the stairs.....?"   I am reminded of the sight of bright emerald green ladies barefoot prints making their way into the Royal Free Hospital in the early eighties. Who had been on the end of them and how they got their I never discovered.  Possibly this was one of the medical student pranks that occasionally happened there. One year one or two thought it a laugh to race through the main entrance in a Mini Car and spin round and drive out again.  Medical students have always been in my mind the daftest of all students.  Possibly because once a doctor that straight laced bedside manner has to constantly be on call.  

All this effort is killing me, I have been a scrounger (@ 'Daily Mail reader) for so long that working half a day, shifting this, lifting that, going out for this and that, tote that barge, lift that bale, and then painting and putting it all back again is wearing me out.  To think I once worked hard lifting and carrying, sometimes things and at other times people, and now the slightest effort makes me long for my bed, an object which lies somewhere under that junk piled upon it when painting.  

It's a good job I am not one to complain, that's all I can say....    

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