What I want to know is why does going to the dentist give you a pain in the shoulder? Was it being tensed up against the chair trying to get away from the multitudinous number of drills he used? Or was it trying to avoid the automatic reaction to give said dentist a thump in the jaw? I must explain that this in no way reflects on his skill. He is one of the good guys, but years of near terror caused by some of his predecessors take their toil. The worst was one who looked about fourteen – and I am not exaggerating.
As you can tell, an outing to visit the dentist can be quite entertaining. There was I trying hard not to be too anxious – fair do’s, he had warned me he didn’t know what he would find once he started excavating the offending molar. Anyway, ping! All of a sudden there is one poor crippled dentist with part of my tooth in his eye. High drama ensued……. dare I say it was a “man-chip”? After some coming and going and a full-scale eye wash out we were ready to resume the digging. Of course by then I found myself wondering if the anaesthetic would be worn off. Thankfully this was not the case and modern glue meant that the tooth has lived to fight another day.
Unfortunately I did not get off completely and have been warned that all may not be well. Thus a follow-up is scheduled for the end of the month. It remains to be seen whether my cobalt plate beds in or not. So I am feeling a tad bruised and in need of gentling. Indeed I am considering instituting a pre-birthday month of treats. Well, it’s a thought.