Thursday, December 31, 2009

The Story of My Gnashers (Continued)

Firstly, a Happy New Year to all my readers wherever you are in the world! Thank You All for repeatedly reading My Witty Ways and putting up with the utter nonsense that I write. You are brave, noble folks indeed! (Fool hardy perhaps but, nevertheless, exceedingly brave.) Anyhow, you have no idea how happy it makes me when I look at my blog statistics and see that I have had a hit that hasn't come from either Rampton or Wormwood Scrubs. So many thanks to you each and everyone of you and my very best wishes for a peaceful and prosperous 2010 to you and your families.

Now before I get on New Year Resolutions in my next post and my newly composed Mrs T's Hot Dish Diet (It's a corker!) I feel I should conclude the story of my gnashers. (That's English slang for teeth - just in case you didn't know.)

Well after my last agonizing post, I decided to take control of the situation as my intuition was telling me things were not improving. I rang my dentists on the morning of Christmas Eve who then decided they couldn't fit me in their schedule. (Bearing in mind I was told they would do a root canal for me on 24th if things had not improved I was not particularly impressed. ) So I then rang the NHS emergency dental service who said they couldn't see me unless I had chest pains or severe facial swelling.

Again, not particularly impressive. Chest pains?? With toothache?? Hmm. Of course, after over a week of agonizing toothache and going do-lally on painkillers I reckon I wasn't far off having chest pains. However, not being one to cause a fuss, I decided the only course of action was to go private otherwise it was likely things were just going to deteriorate during the course of the vacations.

Yep, and I was right. Because I didn't just have an infection, I also had a broken tooth that had split from top to bottom that somehow my lovely new dentist had failed to spot. I therefore had my tooth extracted, my mouth stitched (Just the rear bit folks not the lips!) for the cost of £73.00 by a private dentist. So I now have another new dentist; a thoroughly charming South African gentleman who, I think, was most impressed by the fact that I did not pass out at the size of his big needle. Now I know lots of people are squeamish about the dentists but fortunately I'm not one (for reasons explained in previous post) but nevertheless my new dentist kept probing me;

"Are you sure you're alright with injections Mrs Turley? Are you sure? Positive?

"I'm Sure."

"Now don't worry about the size of my needle, I'll be very gentle. It'll just be a little prick, I promise."

" I've no problems with little pricks. Fire away."

"Really, I'm sooo sorry to do this to you Mrs Turley the first time we meet!" (Plunges in big needle rather enthusiastically.)

At which point my tongue went numb - which was probably just as well because I think there was some rather naughty phraseology on the tip of it.

Anyway, after quite a lot of twisting, jerking and general rotating of the pliers my tooth came out. Whereupon, I gave a big long sigh because I knew that things would finally start to get better. My new dentist, however, expressed concerned at my exhalation;

"What's the matter Mrs T? Has my little prick upset you? Or the extraction?"

"No, I'm fine. Honest. I really have no problems with pricks or extractions. It's just the mouth wash. Yuck!"

Ho hum.

So all's well that ends well. My mouth is on the mend. At last. And my new dentist may just have come up with a cure for my insomnia. (More to come on that... but it has nothing to do with his little prick - just in case you were wondering.)

However, my tooth saga has been quite a painful episode and not the first unsatisfactory experience I've had with the NHS whose treatment of my father during his decline from cancer was shoddy to say the very least. But I'm a big supporter of the NHS. There maybe times when things don't work out as they should but, on the whole, it's still a wonderful service.

That said, I think it's time for me to quit my NHS dental practice and go private permanently. I'm at an age when I need to start taking better care of myself and a private practice seems to offer that solution. I guess I'm lucky that I have choice in the matter but I know many people don't and so I'm truly grateful that we have a service in the UK which in times of genuine personal crisis, chronic illness, and life and death situations is always there to serve us.

The NHS is a Great British Institution and long may she continue.

(Just not in my mouth.....Ho Hum.)

See you all soon!

Happy New Year!

Mrs T

XXX

5 comments:

  1. Hooray Mrs.T on being one tooth less! Wishing you a joyful and painless 2010--[with your nice new dentist being so considerate :-D]
    My wishes to you and Mr T and the boys too for a happy, 2010.

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  2. Hey...I was at Wormwood VISITING. And not for that other reason. And anyway. They had it coming, and they got what they deserved. You know...I think I have said enough. My solicitor told me my mouth would get me in trouble, and if I carry on, the overpaid worthless idiot may be right.

    Happy New Year Mrs T. I have arranged with my dentist to get some of the reeeeeally strong stitching stuff and we will have your mouth sown up for good just as soon as we can get out out of that padded room you are in.

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  3. So timely, Mrs T (& I don't mean because it's 2:30 - tooth hurty - either). Am in middle of root canal work, which is so much better than feeling that my skull needed to be extracted jaw-first. But "root canal" - it sounds so pastoral, like a walk in the country; I'm sure there's a less poetic name for the process. Will have to consult the annals of the Spanish Inquisition.

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  4. Yikes! A tooth extraction on Christmas Eve! Poor you. Feel better soon.

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  5. Thank You Sue!

    My best wishes to you and yours too in 2010!

    Ps... I will be at the dentists soon...just for a check-up:)

    Sy,

    Would that be the same padded room you are in?! I think it is young Master SY:) Let's start digging! How big are your trousers now..there's a lot of dirt to get rid off.....

    PB.... Oh dear, dear, dear. I'm sorry to hear that:( I hope it's all fixed now.

    Ahhhh .. the Spanish Inquistion such a joyful, colourful time in European history! You've put me in the mood for The Name of the Rose....

    Lawyer Mom,

    Thank You... I'm much better now. Hurrah! Toothache is horrendous... I'd rather give birth .. and that's saying something:))

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