Gnash and Grab

My life is complicated. I don’t know why it should be, but it always is. Nothing in it can be simple, easy or trouble free. My life always has to take the more expensive, winding, long and scenic route. If it decides to fly, it always turns left. In other words, it always has to cost me a pile of my hard earned money.

The latest saga is my recent trip to the dentist and my plan to finally have my chipped and slightly crooked front tooth sorted. Anyhow, before we get to the bad news, let’s get some good news out of the way as, as usual, the check up was passed with flying colours – with the dentist commenting to both me and the hygienist on how good and strong my gnashes are “for my age”. Cheeky bugger.

But, from this point on, this is where things start to get expensive.

After chatting to the dentist about my tooth it turns out that it’s a simple procedure – with a bit of root canal work to remove the nerve followed by a bit of bashing and chiselling ready for a nice new crown. Unfortunately, after showing me numerous pictures of other peoples teeth it was decided that doing just the one tooth wouldn’t look right at all – the size would look odd.

At first, I was a bit sceptical – suspecting some sort of ruse to relieve me of even more of my money – but the dentist was absolutely right and it would look obvious and ridiculous. It’s not the result I’m looking for – and I long for the ability to smile at woman without worrying about what they’d think about my chipped tooth. And what’s more, I trust his judgement.

So, one crown has now expanded into four and into a bill of £1500. Still, once done they’ll be some cracking looking teeth, plus he was generous enough to throw in the root canal work for free. Lucky me...