Today was check up day at the Dentist.
I don't know why but it's troubling to me now to visit the Dentist. I used to not mind at all but again this age thing creeps in once more and I now dread it.
I've had a long run in with Dentists all of my life. I think I was probably given good teeth to begin with but in the 50's dental practice wasn't like it is now.
First there was the School Dentist. For me this was a large German lady who scared the pants off me and ignored all my attention seeking methods like looking at her with a plea in my eye or making aaaaah noises.
She would whirr around with the drill and it felt like she was going through my jaw, in those days injections were not plentiful like now.,
Then came the really nice Irish Dentist with a lovely soft lilt to his voice who thought it was a good idea to drill all of the fillings out and replace them each time I visited.
I was young in my 20's and a bit naive and did not twig that he was probably making a mint from all of these visits.
By the time I found a good Dentist the damage had been done but the new man put things right and gave me a couple of lovely Gold Crowns and a nice small denture with a couple of teeth on it made from titanium.
Here's my surgery today, not very busy as you can see.
The problem now is that when I had my crowns etc done in the 70's they cost me nothing.
Today these procedures cost an arm and a leg and the small titanium denture can cost anything from £800 - £1,000. Needles to say I'm hanging on to it for grim death as another is pretty much out of the question.
Anyway, all was fine today and another appointment has been booked for 6 months time.
More tiny brushes were bought in order to preserve the gums and a big sigh of relief was heard all over Brighton. lol