Poxy Dentist

31-03-2010

I generally don't bother going to doctors and dentists because when I do it is always the same. They either have some bad news for me or nothing is wrong and they try and find some excuse to weasel cash out of my every shrinking fund.

Either way the result is the same, I feel like I have just been robbed.

Lately I noticed that the old teeth, which have never given me trouble, had some tar built up on them. This happened a few years ago and I just went to the dentist and got him to do a clean on them. So I figured go with what you know and booked a visit for this morning.

I pop down and fill out all the forms and the dentist starts to ask all the usual questions. He was surprised that my last dentist visit had been a few years back and apparently my answer of “Sure I don't have trouble with my teeth anyway” didn't seem to please him. So he decides to go for an examination of the old pearly whites to see what the story is.

First thing he noticed is that two of my wisdom teeth are impacted, meaning they ain't coming up much more than they already have. He was all geared up for a “Let's rip those bad boys out” speech when he asked me how long they had been like that.

“Dunno, ten years probably.”

This didn't please him either, because if they had been like that for ten years chances were I wasn't going to want them ripped out of my skull if they weren't causing me hassle.

So he continues to poke and prod with his little sharp stick of death and says things to the nurse during all of this.

Then comes the big news. He has found two teeth near the back, one on the left top row and one on the bottom right, that had small signs of decay.

By small he was very clear to say that it probably only started to decay yesterday. But figures that two fillings are needed so that the decay doesn't take hold.

I have had no fillings in my head to date and this bastard has found two teeth that might need fillings. Recession generating job if ever I heard one.

Here is this perfectly healthy mouth, lets tell him some lies so that he is terrified into getting fillings to keep the healthy mouth.

Bastard I say.

So now I have two appointments in the coming months to get two fillings put in. Rat bastard.

Blue_jester