A visit to the dentist - ow, ow, ow.....

 Hi there

For goodness sake, wasn't it bad enough that I was just getting over a second bout of plantar fasciitis (bad heel),and that I was halfway through the anguish associated with a sprained knee of the other leg, as well as a bad neck because I slept the wrong way a couple of weeks before?  But now ...  Now I'd broken a tooth!

You. my four readers (maybe five?)  may remember that I am petrified of dentists?  And that it all traces back to when I went to the Wellington Dental Clinic as a kid.  

Because I kicked up such a fuss, the Clinic dental nurses threatened to put me in The Blue Room.   Now I'd no idea what The Blue Room was about, but in my little 8 year old mind, I imagined a completely dark-as-midnight place with a naked blue light bulb on the ceiling.  I had nightmares over that for years.  I also had nightmares over the witch in Disney's "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs", and the wicked witch in "The Wizard of Oz", but they're both for revelations on some future blog... maybe....

This time, my dentist managed to fit me in the morning after The Big Chomp Down that broke my tooth.  I trudged into the dental room like I was going to my own execution.  I could only think of that dentist in "Little Shop of Horrors" who sang about having found the perfect job for his sadistic tendencies.

above: Steve Martin, dentist "Little Shop of Horrors".  The movie

The second I got into the dental chair, my dentist brought out her phone.  "I've got a new kitten," she said.  The pride for her new house-mate shone out from her eyes.  She was rushing home in her lunch-hours, she said, to play with the little cherub.

It was a fluffy baby birman.  And so adorable.  The dentist and I peered down at maybe fifty photos, as well as an absolutely gorgeous video.  I felt better.  Well...kittens, yeah?   Awwwwwww.....

She promised me that my dentalwork wouldnt hurt as much as I was fearing..

And you know what?   Even the injections weren't too painful.  Maybe it was because my mind was still full of pictures of one bouncy little kitten.  

I think it was old-timer US comedian Shelley Berman who in a "A Visit to the Dentist" said that the dentist "emptied the whole damn drawer into my mouth".  ... For me - at one point - it truly did feel like that.  

But on the whole, the pain of having my broken tooth built up again was .... tolerable.  

What wasn't so tolerable was the $NZ440 bill...

PS:   

Conversation with my Dentist:

Dentist:  We read a book on good names for cats. I'd never heard of the name  before, but we came up with 'Freya'.

Me:  Like the goddess?

Dentist:  (astounded). How did you know that?

Me:  because I'm old.  I know everything.