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Apr. 29th, 2008 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI HAS A DENTIST.
Now, to most people this wouldn't be a form of any particular joy, as the dentist is a horrible and embarrassing experience. I feel the same, have no fear. I dislike the dentist heartily. However, I dislike my dentist much more heartily ever since I got a letter informing me they were going private and that was the end of that.
Now, I could deal with this whilst still in uni. My teeth are in pretty good nick, and a year without check-ups would be irritating, but I could deal with it, and any major problems you can generally cry at a GP and they'll give you a referral to the emergency dental school in Dundee, or shove some broad-spectrum antibiotics at you.
This statement is true for everyone who doesn't have a crown on their front right-hand tooth. A crown that, if it falls out or breaks (which it does every four years or so), leaves me in a fairly large amount of pain from exposed nerves and also looking like the bride of Frankenstein.
So, when my mother phoned about me no having no dentist, I wailed a bit, and then I got all practical on her. The next day, I flipped open the phone book, and ate toast whilst phoning every dentist in Fife.
Then every dentist in Tayside.
Needless to say, I was getting a little disheartened with the state of the NHS. I still am, but that's a different story. As a crown replacement will cost me upwards of £500 on the private system if I'm lucky, I debated phoning my bank and seeing if I could get a credit card rather than a dentist.
Eventually, I wailed my woes at a poor woman at yet another private dentist practice in Cupar. "Ah," she said. "Well. You know there's a Fife dentist line for emergencies? I think this counts."
She gave me it. I felt better. I phoned them. They told me they didn't have a list. I prepared to cry a bit. THEN, she said, in a confidential tone, that the same thing had just happened to her and there was a new practice in Auchertmuchty, and I should get in contact with them.
God bless you, ladies on the phone, because I phoned the people in Auchtermuchty who gave me an address and told me to come in when I had a moment to fill out the forms. Now, this in itself cuased a new set of problems. Katie came with me, always up for a road trip. We got horribly, horribly lost in the very complicated world of this tiny little village in Fife for about an hour.
BUT! After many amusing moments, we made it! And now I have an NHS dentist again! And I think the NHS is a different sort up here, so I think it's even a wee bit cheaper! SCORE! I drove back in the sunshine, delighted with the world although still mildly narked off at the NHS.
I then trundled into town, handed in a few application forms for jobs, and came home. Even better, I just got a phone call asking for a job interview, as I am now longer working at the Union if I can at all avoid it.
Oh, and I had a dream last night about learning to drive a TARDIS because William Hartnell was my grandad. I went to Egypt. It was AWESOMESAUCE.
... okay, I really need to go and work on my essay.
Now, to most people this wouldn't be a form of any particular joy, as the dentist is a horrible and embarrassing experience. I feel the same, have no fear. I dislike the dentist heartily. However, I dislike my dentist much more heartily ever since I got a letter informing me they were going private and that was the end of that.
Now, I could deal with this whilst still in uni. My teeth are in pretty good nick, and a year without check-ups would be irritating, but I could deal with it, and any major problems you can generally cry at a GP and they'll give you a referral to the emergency dental school in Dundee, or shove some broad-spectrum antibiotics at you.
This statement is true for everyone who doesn't have a crown on their front right-hand tooth. A crown that, if it falls out or breaks (which it does every four years or so), leaves me in a fairly large amount of pain from exposed nerves and also looking like the bride of Frankenstein.
So, when my mother phoned about me no having no dentist, I wailed a bit, and then I got all practical on her. The next day, I flipped open the phone book, and ate toast whilst phoning every dentist in Fife.
Then every dentist in Tayside.
Needless to say, I was getting a little disheartened with the state of the NHS. I still am, but that's a different story. As a crown replacement will cost me upwards of £500 on the private system if I'm lucky, I debated phoning my bank and seeing if I could get a credit card rather than a dentist.
Eventually, I wailed my woes at a poor woman at yet another private dentist practice in Cupar. "Ah," she said. "Well. You know there's a Fife dentist line for emergencies? I think this counts."
She gave me it. I felt better. I phoned them. They told me they didn't have a list. I prepared to cry a bit. THEN, she said, in a confidential tone, that the same thing had just happened to her and there was a new practice in Auchertmuchty, and I should get in contact with them.
God bless you, ladies on the phone, because I phoned the people in Auchtermuchty who gave me an address and told me to come in when I had a moment to fill out the forms. Now, this in itself cuased a new set of problems. Katie came with me, always up for a road trip. We got horribly, horribly lost in the very complicated world of this tiny little village in Fife for about an hour.
BUT! After many amusing moments, we made it! And now I have an NHS dentist again! And I think the NHS is a different sort up here, so I think it's even a wee bit cheaper! SCORE! I drove back in the sunshine, delighted with the world although still mildly narked off at the NHS.
I then trundled into town, handed in a few application forms for jobs, and came home. Even better, I just got a phone call asking for a job interview, as I am now longer working at the Union if I can at all avoid it.
Oh, and I had a dream last night about learning to drive a TARDIS because William Hartnell was my grandad. I went to Egypt. It was AWESOMESAUCE.
... okay, I really need to go and work on my essay.
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Date: 2008-04-29 09:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-30 01:38 pm (UTC)And huzzah for dentist! Presuming I'll ever find the thing again. WHY did I move to Fife?
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Date: 2008-05-02 05:18 pm (UTC)See, I was starting to panic because *although* there is nothing wrong with my teeth (Now Fully Dentist-Approved!), I *am* a brass player. We put a lot of pressure on our jaws, and we need our teeth to remain good! Ahh! So... my lovely lovely lover took me to his NHS practice, which had recently expanded, and they took me on there :) after about three years dentist-free, I'm still healthy :)
SO HAPPY
IT AER WIN
also, ace dream :)
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