The Chewing Tooth

It has taken me a whole week to come to terms with this. Brown envelope on doormat - please arrange for an appointment etc etc ...so I did - thinking that early morning appointments are at a premium so no chance of one until at least December - and what happened - a cancellation happened thats what.

So last Monday saw me in the Dentists chair at 8.30 am - I know I know.

Don't get me wrong, I am not dental phobic - I am just skint. I have already been dumped twice by NHS Dentists and have now out of necessity have gone private ........Now through the years I have managed to lose a tooth or three - please do not visualise a gummy toothless hag of a Pixie as that is not quite me(see above).

Anyway after years of porridge, weetabix and no toffee I have managed to survive but have come to realise that I only have one chewing tooth (upper right) and its getting a bit sick of being the only one in the playground.

After the all clear and before the dreaded hygenist I happened to ask what we could do about my lonely tooth. A number of options were given and discussed and I heard these words come out of my mouth before the brain engaged - so I think I have kinda sort of agreed to consider implants.

Apparently I need three so the Chewing Tooth is no longer an only tooth.

Apparently I cannot buy one at a time.

And apparently it will cost me £6,000.

I came out of there and the world has taken on a different dimension. No longer is that a fab BMW (secondhand) its is 3 teeth. No longer is that a kitchen to die for ... it is 6 teeth. My new macro lens is 1/8th of a tooth and so my life has been transformed.

I am now going to change my name to Waneta xx