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redfiona99) wrote2008-06-09 11:28 am
redfiona99) wrote2008-06-09 11:28 am
The Tooth, the Whole Tooth and Nothing But the Tooth
Yours truly has managed to knock out about a quarter of her left top front tooth. Thankfully, due to the luck I have, it's not hit a nerve. Eating is painful though. I am presently viewing this as an opportunity for slimming.
And for ranting about the lack of dental care in the UK. I should not have to go private to see a dentist within a week. Yes, I probably could have carried on calling round, but when both of the first two options thrown up as NHS dentists on the NHS website aren't taking on new NHS patients then there is a problem. While my socialist ethics are taking a battering, I refer you to the first statement in regards to eating. My total consumption in the 36 hours since injury is 1 ham and cheese sandwich, 1 tangerine, 2 nutrigrain bars, one glass fruit juice and one carton of milk. I need to eat!
It's also the final proof I am now a grown up. I text my Mother with news of my injury (obscuring the details slightly) and get no sympathy, no 'why don't you come home'. I get 'why don't you get a dentist in Leicester?'. Then again, my first thought on injury was not 'I want my Mummy', it was 'how much is this going to cost to fix'. I am a capitalist pig-dog.
And for ranting about the lack of dental care in the UK. I should not have to go private to see a dentist within a week. Yes, I probably could have carried on calling round, but when both of the first two options thrown up as NHS dentists on the NHS website aren't taking on new NHS patients then there is a problem. While my socialist ethics are taking a battering, I refer you to the first statement in regards to eating. My total consumption in the 36 hours since injury is 1 ham and cheese sandwich, 1 tangerine, 2 nutrigrain bars, one glass fruit juice and one carton of milk. I need to eat!
It's also the final proof I am now a grown up. I text my Mother with news of my injury (obscuring the details slightly) and get no sympathy, no 'why don't you come home'. I get 'why don't you get a dentist in Leicester?'. Then again, my first thought on injury was not 'I want my Mummy', it was 'how much is this going to cost to fix'. I am a capitalist pig-dog.