I apologise for yet again banging on about my lost tooth! Well it’s not so much the tooth...its how to get it replaced that has caused the angst. Yesterday was spent ringing various people trying to find a reasonably local dentist. Having ditched the one from just down the road I have been very hard pressed to find another! .
Flicking through old diaries I found a number for a dentist I used several years ago. I rang. The group practice is in a village about twenty miles away. I booked an appointment for tomorrow. Then wondered how best to get there.....I could just drive over, park and then drive back. This solution worried me for all sorts of reasons...not least the state of my nerves both before and after operation. I use the word operation loosely there....it’s not really an operation except that some sort of painkiller will hopefully be used..the remains of the old tooth have got to be removed...I have been told this could be a complicated procedure!
So I need a lift to get there and then one to get back. This is not something I could ask anyone else to do for me because it could involve a long wait! So during the night I have pondered this on and off... the best I can come up with is to ask the young man who drives me to Southampton fairly regularly. One friend I might have asked has had a fall and hurt his hand and so can’t drive...so the taxi looks the most likely solution...
This will cost me obviously. If I ask him to hang around waiting for me it’s going to be an expensive business. But as it’s the only solution that looks possible I may well do it! Getting old and feeble....bodily if not quite mentally is a miserable business....and yet....
I am still a very fortunate old woman! I do know this despite all the angst this week!
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They might be able to use the route if they disconnect the nerve to put in a replacement tooth. I have one at the front of my mouth for over 20 years. They put a screw in and put the implant on to that. I had it replaced one in those 20 years due to an injudicious bite onto a hard piece of chocolate. I am more careful now.
My spouse has lot a lot of her teeth and has plates to cover the gaps. But she finds that uncomfortable so rarely wears them. She is happy and not worried about appearances so is content to have the gaps and still copes with eating, albeit, slowly and carefully. Avoiding hard things.
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