Getting Better
In some ways I am.
Yesterday, I went to my new dentist, who is in Notting Hill conveniently on the Central or Shopping line, rather than my last one who is in Felixstowe. Sorry Andrew, but it’s a bit far to go for pain!
I was asked to fill in a form and this asked what my occupation was. I said it was Getting Better, which raised a bit of a titter, even if it is true.
My new dentist is actually my son’s dentist. And he felt that I must have been very young, when I became his father. Was 23 really that young?
Anyway, the check found nothing wrong, except for a tooth I broke about thirty years ago, which has been giving me a bit of trouble since the stroke. The new dentist just X-rayed it and said that the root was fine, which is what my old dentist had recommended. It probably won’t last another thirty years, but will I?
I was just booked in for the hygienist and that was it.
So that was pretty painless!
The Anonymous Widower 
23 wasnt young to have children back then, I was 24 when I had our eldest. But nowadays a lot of people are having children later, into their 30s. Apart from those who are having them at 14 which is a different issue.
Comment by liz | March 8, 2011 |