The lovely dentist…

I did mention last week that I had a tooth out but said no more. What I’d now like to share with you is that I’ve had a lifelong fear of dentists and a few months ago had a filling at this surgery. I was shaking so much Anu couldn’t get the filling in. Thank goodness I eventually managed to stop shaking long enough to get the job done. Before I had the tooth out last week I had to have an x-ray etc to be sure it did need extraction then went back a few days later for the deed to be done. I was as bad as ever until she settled me comfortably to take the tooth out. And then a transformation occurred (with the usual nod to Gavin and Stacey!). I felt totally relaxed even looking as the injection to numb my mouth went in. I wondered if that was a one day wonder but today I felt just as relaxed; well when she probed to test my gum I did nearly bounce right off the ceiling with the pain!
I was back there because I was woken several times during the night with toothache and in my new relaxed state I was happy to go and get it sorted right away.
After she had done all the tests including repeat X-rays she decided the pain is caused by the stitches that were needed last week. The long term RA medication means I may bleed excessively and be slow to heal and this is what happened. And it has become infected so I have to take antibiotics which should sort it.
And the very best thing about the consultation is that she didn’t charge for it so I can buy a few bottles of wine to toast her.

And on a totally different subject I really hate rude shop staff (today’s was middle aged not a youngster who hadn’t be taught better)and my brain must have felt particularly annoyed when I went into the department store that has a big chunk of the High Street and just up the hill another shop where I bought a meat probe. I took it to the till and the woman said £2.89 so I waited. Eventually she said it again so I said I was waiting for the ‘please’ and tapped my card. She did have the grace to say thank you when she passed me the receipt; which incidentally I did not want but I was told, when buying something last week, that the receipt is produced automatically. What a waste of paper for me the shred.