So this week I had a TIL moment, for those who are not ‘down with the kids’ TIL stands for ‘today I learnt’. I leant this from my recent foray into reddit as a social media platform. By which I mean the thing I kill some time on now I have forcibly withdrawn myself from fakebook. When I say ‘I learnt this’ I mean that I spent a few weeks reading those posts and thinking ‘wow I never knew that’ before realising that was why it was titled TIL.
Anyway, back to the matter at hand, my TIL involved the dentist. Now everyone know I am terrified of the dentist, despite all the motors and wizardry that is not a comfortable chair! My inquisitive tongue recently discovered a hole in a tooth and I decided it needed repair before it started being painful.
I called the dentists who explained that they are only doing treatments during crazy flu. That was fine I explained as I had a hole in a tooth. They explained that I needed a check up before treatment, funny I thought that they weren’t doing check ups.. All booked in and ready to go for the traditional exploratory prod.
If you haven’t been to a dentist during crazy flu I highly recommend standing outside of the pharmacy on methadone day to prepare yourself. They keep the door locked and book you in via the window, after you get the secret knock right. Then you hang around outside waiting whilst people come and go, each time the door closes it is locked. Thankfully people were leaving but if you arrived at the start of the day and saw people going in but never leaving it may well cause you to have second thoughts.
When your allotted slot arrives you ae summoned in, masked, measured and assessed before being led to the waiting room. Yes that is correct, you wait in a car park to be led into an empty waiting room.
Once I arrived at the dentist he had a whistle-stop tour with the little mirror and agreed that I had a hole. It would appear that somebody had stolen his weapons because there was none of that obligatory, and terrifying, probing and pulling to try and break it up. Normally they get that little stainless steel pick axe in there and after a few goes manage to chip a chunk off and mutter ‘exposed D3,P2, Apple’ or some such garbage to the girl on the computer. Then you get to reception with a huge jagged hole where the minor issue was and are told ‘he can see you in 5 weeks’. Apparently during crazy flu we stick to the mirror.
My treatment options were explained. I wouldn’t want an extraction (correct), I could have a filling or wait for a new one to grow. The last option confused me until he explained that the tooth was a baby tooth. Cue the computer operator trying to work out how to insert a baby tooth in an adult chart whilst exclaiming ‘it looks cute next to that one’.
I have had some fairly significant dental work in my life and I do try and attend relatively regularly. At no point has a dentist pointed out that some of my teeth have been there a damn sight longer than the others. The dentist found the whole subject entertaining enough that I would have thought that somebody would have noted it by now. The fact that it had to be added to the charts that have followed me around also seemed odd, surely a quick count would confirm the missed some?
So why was this secret kept from me for all of these years? On the wander back home I pondered this and realised it is all part of the scam. So I have said before that every ‘all good’ check-up is followed by ‘we need to keep an eye on…’ which encourages you to book the next check up. I must not be the only one who, despite regular brushing, takes a jet wash and sand blast before visiting the dentist.
I just know that he will criticise some part of my dental hygiene and recommend seeing the pyscho they call the hygienist. That is why they never mention the tooth that I have had since a baby. That tooth is clear an unequivocal proof that I am doing this right, I preserved a tooth I should have lost 40 years ago. Telling me that I need to floss or scrape, inferring that I am barely doing enough, it is all lies.
Imagine your horse wins the national and the vet says he needs to lose some weight? Or running the marathon and the doctor telling you that you need to get out more. That’s why you wont tell me that I still have my baby teeth, you don’t want to congratulate me because it ruins your message of fear. You may not like my tongue being pierced, you may think I should floss more (what is that even about) but let me put the truth to you. My dental regime is superb and has preserved my baby teeth longer than my baby photos, its like a bloody museum in there.
On that note I am off to buy some strawberry toothpaste for my special little guy, its been hell but he has hung in there and deserves recognition.