Dental hygienist.
I’ve been pretty bad at going to the dentist until all this tooth stuff went off the other week. Now I’m playing catch-up. There’s gum disease and if I want them to take me seriously I’m gonna need to be addressing it. She was good enough to be patient with me, but she got the tools out. I had some numbing but I know the taste of blood by now and good crikey she found a great deal of it in my mouth. The upshot of it all is that I’ve got some long thing spikey thing that is too big to jam between my teeth and I have to jam it between all of my teeth every day and at the moment this is a process that involves grand guignol levels of gore. I should perhaps have looked after them better, but she assures me it is manageable so long as I pay attention to it, so I’ve decided to trust her. Mornings are gonna be weird for the next month or so, but I’m told it’ll get easier.
People go to the dentist all the time. I’m just being a wuss. I bought a Laksa at Pret and went home in a black cab. Ate it at the table with cocodamol and waited for the sensation to come back. It was nothing like as bad as after the extraction. But all this dental stuff is just so close to the brain. I don’t like it. It feels strange paying for it. But… prevention. We all know in theory that prevention is better than cure, but we never quite complete the connection because the things we prevent never need curing.
With my face still screaming I went to a dinner party and ate my body weight in chicken. I thought I wouldn’t be able to eat but it turned out I really wanted grub. A lovely bunch of people out in Ealing and my first dinner party since COVID and maybe I should have some people over to my flat next month and get back into the swing of all that social stuff. It felt like my friend just wanted to be sociable, and not like I was being shoehorned into things for work or romance purposes. The only actor there though so the inevitable conversation after a while.
Now I’m home, full and socially replete. Back into the routine of tempting Boy to sleep in my room so he doesn’t jump on Frank. What a delightful end to a day that started painfully.
AlBarclay 