Monday 2 August 2010

Sleepless in Hillingdon

I went to bed 2 hours ago but I'm up again now, because every time I close my eyes, I relive today's torture session in the dentist's chair and within moments I'm wide awake and worrying myself sick about what happens if the tooth (or any other of the faithless fangs) flares up and I have to go back there.

The crown feels all wrong. It sticks up and I can't close my teeth properly and my jaw feels misaligned. There's a rough patch at the back which my tongue catches on and I just know those painful ulcers on my tongue will start up again. Despite my decision to give my liver a rest, I am sipping a very small brandy through a straw and hoping it will help dull both the nagging pain in my tooth and my torturous thoughts.

I have started Googling painless dentists... but when you look at their prices, you realise that only celebs can afford them. My dad, who suffered greatly from toothache when he was young, had all his teeth taken out when he was 25. I'm starting to think 'sensible man'!

3 comments:

Teresa Ashby said...

Sounds awful. Hope it all settles down soon and you can eat properly again. I hate going to the dentist even though mine is a lovely South African who always says that there should never be pain with treatment. Well he hasn't hurt me since I've been going to him, but I'm not counting any chickens and I am touching wood!

Perovskia said...

I don't blame you for being fearful of dentists. That's awful. I think the 'no pain' dentists would just knock you out, or is there something else they do?

hydra said...

Oh to be knocked out! With modern dentistry, there shouldn't have to be pain. Not like the bad old days...