Steve Maskery
Established Member
3 months ago I broke a tooth. It was a molar that was more technology than biology to start with. So I went to find a local dentist.
I walked in and made an appointment and was then met by a very stern Eastern European lady. Romanian or Latvian, I forget which. Very attractive, but she sounds like a cross between Minka from Hut 33 and Nali from Clare in the Community, for you R4 aficionados.
I immediately felt intimidated.
"You are new."
"Er, yes." I felt a bit guilty.
"When you last see dentist?"
"Er, about 6 years ago." I felt guilty
"Sit."
I obeyed. The lights were bright, but I had my sunglasses with me. I wore them instead of the goggles she offered.
"Your teeth are in quite good condition, considering." The guilt eased off for a moment. "Come back for treatment." I did as I was told.
She did a very good job of rebuilding the tooth and once it had weathered a bit it felt normal. She insisted I came back in 3 months to see how it was getting on.
So this morning I was there just before 9am.
"Sit." I did so. I put my sunglasses on as defence against the bright light.
"Ah. I remember. You come prepared." It was an accusation.
She poked about a bit.
"Do you use mouthwash?"
"Er, no."
I felt guilty.
"Do you floss?"
"Er not unless I have to, I don't like the feel of it between my teeth".
I felt more guilty.
"Hmm."
I felt guilty again.
"Have you changed your toothbrush?"
"Erm. Not recently, it's about due I suppose. I do change it when it feels worn out, though... I do use an electric toothbrush", I offered, hoping to escape eternal damnation.
"Ah!", she said. "Your teeth are very good. There is no plaque. They are better than last time. There is no work for me to do. Come back in six months."
I won't dare to disobey.
I still feel very guilty indeed.
I walked in and made an appointment and was then met by a very stern Eastern European lady. Romanian or Latvian, I forget which. Very attractive, but she sounds like a cross between Minka from Hut 33 and Nali from Clare in the Community, for you R4 aficionados.
I immediately felt intimidated.
"You are new."
"Er, yes." I felt a bit guilty.
"When you last see dentist?"
"Er, about 6 years ago." I felt guilty
"Sit."
I obeyed. The lights were bright, but I had my sunglasses with me. I wore them instead of the goggles she offered.
"Your teeth are in quite good condition, considering." The guilt eased off for a moment. "Come back for treatment." I did as I was told.
She did a very good job of rebuilding the tooth and once it had weathered a bit it felt normal. She insisted I came back in 3 months to see how it was getting on.
So this morning I was there just before 9am.
"Sit." I did so. I put my sunglasses on as defence against the bright light.
"Ah. I remember. You come prepared." It was an accusation.
She poked about a bit.
"Do you use mouthwash?"
"Er, no."
I felt guilty.
"Do you floss?"
"Er not unless I have to, I don't like the feel of it between my teeth".
I felt more guilty.
"Hmm."
I felt guilty again.
"Have you changed your toothbrush?"
"Erm. Not recently, it's about due I suppose. I do change it when it feels worn out, though... I do use an electric toothbrush", I offered, hoping to escape eternal damnation.
"Ah!", she said. "Your teeth are very good. There is no plaque. They are better than last time. There is no work for me to do. Come back in six months."
I won't dare to disobey.
I still feel very guilty indeed.