Breaking teeth |
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| Tuesday, 20 September 2005 | |||
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It all started 20 odd years ago. I was playing football on the drive with a few friends. I scored a beautiful goal, running onto a loose ball. Sadly, I also went straight into a window. My front tooth broke, taking a nice slice out of it. Plenty of blood and pain followed and a rather odd feeling in my mouth. Having a bit of tooth missing takes a little getting used and I had the best part of a week to get used to it before the dentist fixed it. Moving on a few years. A new dog in the family and she was, and still is, somewhat excitable at times. When she was a little puppy she had the energy to leap up at people, especially when one of us returned home. One day she leapt, the top of her head struck my mouth. The tooth went. A bit of blood, more from a split lip than anything else. Another dentist, another repair. This time with added pin for extra strength!This tooth held till last year. Strangely, one Thursday evening I was eating a cheese and crisp sanger, something I'm prone to doing when the mood takes me. These things cannot be avoided. It's the classic English sandwich. Unfortunately something clicked and I was chewing bread, cheese, crisp and tooth. It had gone again. This time I was in a panic. The problem being that I was due to meet my girlfriend in 2 days, she'd been away and so I hadn't seen her for 3 weeks and I wanted to hear all about her exploits in Egypt as well as see her. WIth a bit of luck and some help from NHS Direct I had an appoitment for the Saturday morning. That meant running around to get to the dentist, get the fx done and get back to the station to meet the gf. I need not have worried as she dumped me that day. A couple of months later and I'm days away from going to the USA. The tooth breaks again. That wasn't good or particularly funny. It became harder to find a dentist to fix it. The problem being, as there is in many places in the world, a distinct lack of dentists in England, or rather there are too many people. One or the other. The dentist that did the last fix didn't want to know. I took a last ditch attempt to get it fixed, using the emergency dentist in York, claiming pain and a sleepless night in order to get an appointment. It was also cheap, which was nice. Half expecting the tooth to break again in Australia, somehow it held. It wore out a little and went yellow but it held in place, until yesterday. Monster Munch the culprit this time, there's a crisp theme running through these breaks. One phone call this morning was all it took. A cancellation and an emergency appointment. So now I've a full set of teeth again, getting used to having a little extra in there rather than a gap and a small bit of pin. Not sure why it takes so long to get used to having it there again. Of course, I'll be extra careful with it for a while. I'll eat soft food and brush gently! Little by little I'll forget and eventually it'll break again, probably. One day I won't care anymore but for the next 20-30 years I'll be breaking and repairing the damn thing.            Comment on this article
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