Nectaria got stuck in to my root canal this afternoon. This is an old one, originally done by Harish Kasilingam, the butcher dentist who was all I could afford at Violet Melchett on the NHS. He replaced all my white fillings with amalgam and styled them as new fillings. I kept coming back without understanding. I didn’t know what I was agreeing to. If I could countenance suing anyone it would be him. He’s a monster. I thought I was lucky, on the NHS, but he was watching the clock without any view to health, and following his preferences without any eye to the patient.
This particular root canal, he ran out of time and basically just … stopped. He just sealed it up because of time pressure. So of course the decay continued inside the tooth. I’m not sure if he has been struck off but he certainly deserves to be. Now I’m going to competent dentists it becomes apparent what a disaster Harish was.
Today Nectaria got right into the mess of Harish’s leavings, and hopefully she cleaned it all up. If I’m lucky I’ll have that tooth in my bite for years to come, no thanks to Harish. At least I’ve found someone I trust now, but trust don’t come for free. Maybe Harish didn’t care because I was an NHS patient. Maybe he’s just a butcher. Either way, the man made a mess. I paid him a high proportion of my income at the time. I’m now paying perhaps 9 times as much. Your get what you pay for, sadly.
I do my job just as hard no matter what I’m being paid. That’s what sane kind people do. Not Harish.
I’ve been vulnerable today since the procedure. It is never pleasant. Apparently I’m doing it wrong socially at the moment, oops. I try to stay absent from such rubbish. I went and brought some dinner to Christine and paid attention to her bullshit instead of anyone else’s.
Christine is my downstairs neighbour. She’s not good at moving these days after a fall that she can’t really account for. I’m not sure how old she is but she’s what you would call old, and she is frail. But she’s lived a life. She’s lonely. I’m trying to take her at her word, bringing her food from time to time, keeping her spirits up. She struggles to move from her sofa. She’s hurt herself. Nobody wants to end up like that. But she seems to have nobody but Brian and I, and the block caretaker. Ugh.
I’m gonna go to bed early tonight. I’m full of anesthetic and poison. Sleep will help process. I’m happy to have another of Harish’s amalgams taken out. One at a time and eventually his damage will be overcome. Wouldn’t it be nice not to have to think about my teeth every day…
AlBarclay 