The American Jerk says:
And admittedly, I’ve given away his payoff line, but it serves my purposes, so all’s fair. And I guess there’s a level at which, to be quoted out of context is better than to not be quoted at all, or to be quoted wrong. And it’s still worth reading the rest of his post. That isn’t his only good line.
I’m feeling preoccupied about my teeth at the moment. Getting dental treatment in the UK seems rife with pitfalls; there doesn’t seem to be any consistency to how different dentists are going to deal with you or your teeth, and when you’re paying so much, you really want to make sure you’ve got someone in your mouth who’s not doing it because the role of back-street abortionist seemed too difficult to get into.
I had found a really good dentist, that wasn’t too expensive, and did really good work. But about a year and a half ago, for whatever reasons, I missed an appointment with him without warning, and always felt too guilty to go back and apologise. I still want to go back and pay the “missed appointment” fee, but I’m terrible about that sort of socially awkwardness. I shouldn’t be… I know that. The fact that there’s a financial cost to breaking those arrangements surely absolves me of feeling any actual emotional cost to it? But I still can’t get it together to go back.
It’s embarassing, really. And I’ve almost definitely been dropped from their books.
Which is why it sucks that the other day, in a moment of unparalleled eating disorder, I smacked myself in the teeth with a butter knife. I’m pretty sure I’ve chipped an important chunk out of one of the teeth at the front (one of the buck teeth?). There’s no pain, yet, but toothache is one of those sorts of pain that you really want to try to nip in the bud, innit?
So anyway, in the very near future, I’m going to have to go through the stress of finding a new dentist. I am not looking forward to it.
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