Went to the dentist this afternoon. I'm at the point where I want them to take out all my wisdom teeth so that I don't have problems with them anymore, so I really had nothing to fear.
Except that I did have a lurking fear of being told off for not having visited a dentist for so long. To the point where it would have taken me about half an hour to work out when I last went if they had asked. (I know it was before I turned 25. I think it was during Uni holidays. I rode my bike into town for the appointment)
But I didn't want to admit to more than 10 years (certainly not to maybe closer to 15), so I was very relieved that they found nothing that made them ask, "How long is it since you last visited a dentist?"
I got through the tiny meat hook scraping over everything ordeal.
And the taking x-ray ordeal.
Then being asked by the young technician how old I was, because he doesn't see many 35 year olds with only one filling and all their teeth (what the? I thought I was one of the lucky generation post flouride and pre allowing kids to drink Coke who all had great teeth.) Maybe my teeth make me seem younger? Cool!
I have to have other x-rays taken and have another consultation to discuss options, but when I asked the dentist, "so once you've seen the x-rays you'll be able to tell if they're okay and if there's enough room for them." He laughed and replied, "I know now that there's not enough room".
It sounds like they've got to go. But then how many wisdom teeth do I want in my head considering last week's achy grind? And the achy grind a couple of months ago? And the terrible achy grind the year before last when we were on holidays up north and I got worried that there was something desperately wrong and we were miles from home and wasting perfectly good holidays?
... Definitely None!
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