Do I have all my own teeth? Unfortunately, tragically not. Tonight some of my teeth are still in my mouth but the remainder of them are with the dental technician. Tomorrow I am to lose my rickety bridge and gain four extra teeth on my plate.
I have to keep telling myself that it’s only teeth. Only teeth. And that I still have all my limbs and digits. My facial features are in place and all my other bits and boobs are where they should be. And when the technician (false teeth maker) has done his bit my smile will be intact again.
But I’m really very, very sad about it. Then of course there is having to hide in the house all day. After he nabbed my removable teeth that crazy dentist actually asked me if I’d be going Christmas shopping later. Crithmath thopping! Are you inthane? With thith witch-hag maw?
I took Paddy for a walk and while I was out I worried about what I’d do if anyone spoke to me. I decided that I’d feign deaf-muteness. Maybe they’d think I was learning disabled? There are plenty of learning disabled people with that are perfectly capable of walking dogs.
I’m using my time hiding away from the world to start preparing my teaching practice lesson for the week before Christmas. Who knew there were so many things you can do with tables? Earlier this evening Bert was out collecting Jamie from the airport and to be on the safe side I’d locked all the doors and turned out most of the lights. Usually I hear cars coming up the lane but being so engrossed in the Tables and Borders toolbar I must have missed this one. First thing I knew was the back door being banged off its hinges. I leapt out of my chair and raced into the darkened kitchen where I crouched beside the fridge. It was ages before that brute Paddy stopped barking and I felt I could return to my studies.
This hellish toothlessness continues until 3.30 tomorrow. Then I’ll be able to say,
All my own teeth? But of course. All bought and paid for.
3 comments:
Awwe... commiserations on your loss. I broke a front one many years ago and with my aversion to dentists it took almost a year to pluck up the courage (and save up the money) to make an appointment, only to have to wait a further 6 months after the root was removed before they could bridge it. I had become so used to the gap, I smiled regardless. People actually smiled back... :)
From a person who is on her second set of plastic uppers, I'd be hiding, too! I remember them having the plate ready as soon as the teeth were out. I crammed that sucker in there and sucked down pain killers until it all healed. Of course, it never did fit right, and the one I have now is much better.
Glad I'm not the only one. Just one hour to go before I have two more yanked out!
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