Words can’t describble the whomping pain of removing an unwanted tooth. It’s hard to imagine not requiring said troublesome creature, but in certain circumstances we deem it necessary to remove the rot! Needless to say I’m happy to announce that I’m still alive!
Thank you for offering to buy the coffee today, but I have to politely decline. The gaping hole in my gum is rather sensitive and I’m sticking to drinking from a straw for the time being. The Hubble has tried to be sympathetic but his comment during my trauma still haunts me…”If you can have four kids, this is a walk in the park!” He’s still refusing to look at the wound. Huh! If you’re going to throw around free advice, back it up with a bit of spine.
Yes. Yes. I’m being unfair. Please refer all your complaints to Pain: she is now in charge.
I do think it’s time for some pain killers so I will cut this monologue short and retire to my cosy corner with a book.
Enjoy your coffee.
Good morning. Today is the day I’ve been dreading for a while now – my dentist appointment! I am booked in for a tooth extraction for one of my molars and the thought of it is making my insides squirm.
It’s my own fault for not looking after my tooth when I had a chance. No excuses. Oh how I wish I could just turn back time. There’s only one thing worse than a dentist appointment: being trapped in a room with a spider!
If you don’t hear from me later, things will have gone awry. It might sound a bit dramatic, but try explaining it to my fear. He’s in charge today. Pity the dentist was not enthusiastic about me starting the process for him by removing my own tooth. His frowny face and tut-tutting gave me the impression that this course of action is a no-no.
Ah, well, I guess I should go get ready for the day and face it like a woman. Farewell my dear readers. It was nice knowing you.
Henry, our little Sprocker Spaniel, lost his first tooth last week. It came shortly after my youngest sprog lost his little incisor. Excitement over seeing the tiniest tooth ever, possibly the same size as a fairy’s tooth, kept the children up way past their bedtime. The inevitable question was asked: “Will the Tooth Fairy visit Henry the same way they visited me?”
Now I don’t know if you’ve ever thought about it, but it stopped me in my tracks. Do Tooth Fairies take care of the rest of the creatures populating this earth? Are there stories of their adventures whilst snaring a tooth from a candid crocodile or wrestling a canine from a conniving carnivore? I feel my alliterations running rampant over this post! Okay I will stop. Back to the serious matter of the extended hours of a Tooth Fairy’s day.
After the precious little tooth was carefully placed in a plastic bag for safekeeping, my youngest two begged for me to leave it out in case a little ethereal creature wanted to replace it with a gold coin. I reminded the children that Henry would find no purpose in receiving a gold coin. Of course it opened the can of wormy questions on what would be left for our canine companion. Again, I had to think fast and create a different scenario to the normal gold coin for a tooth scenario.
My final answer as I tucked the little angels into bed was, “I honestly don’t know! If a raccoon loses tooth, or a mouse drops one in his house, I don’t know what happens to them.” Sometimes honestly and logic override fantasy…but not too often!
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It’s earlier than usual and I’m tucked under my favourite tartan blanket. There is something about tartan that makes me happy inside! Maybe it’s the lovely memories I have of staying at my Grandma’s and having nap time under a red scratchy tartan blankie every afternoon after lunch. My cousin and I would hide under the matching old wooden carved bedsteads, waiting to be found by my gran and scolded back to bed in fits of giggles. Happy memories.
Right, onto the reason for this post. It’s Saturday night and time to share some funky confession and hope you’re brave enough to share something with me. This one is not so much a secret but more a silly thing I did because of fear. I might have mentioned this in a previous post so apologies if it is something I’ve shared before. It gives you a reason to pilfer through my posts to check if I have I suppose!
Well, the thing is I have a fear of dentists. When I was small, the dentist I was taken to pinned me down because I panicked and he tried to check my teeth whilst I was terrified in the seat. We never returned to him but the effects have lasted over the years.
When I was pregnant with my first child, my filling fell out of one of my molars and I couldn’t bear the pain. The tooth felt as though it was disintegrating too so I knew it was time to visit the dentist. The thought of stressing myself whilst pregnant for an annoying tooth seemed silly, so I took matters into my own hands. I took a pair of pliers and a screw driver and pulled out bits of the offending tooth. Yup, it was painful and very difficult but the feeling of satisfaction made it worthwhile. The pain was gone and I carefully washed it out to avoid infection. It’s not pretty and I have had my dentist tut tut about my handiwork, but I refuse to cap it as it is happy as it is.
So what sort of crazy self-help stuff have you done because of your fears? I hope I’m not the only one who has done something like this!
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