Big balls, small hole!
One of my colleagues decided to get me a treat last week. They saw some British toffee in a store in Canada and when I came in to work it was on my desk. I’m not a big toffee fan so I threw it in my drawer, but she kept asking how it was. I finally gave in and tried the tiniest piece and was rewarded with a gaping hole in my tooth! Actually half the tooth was gone!
I called the dentist and raced over.
Now I used to be petrified of the dentist, but I do better since pushing two small children out of a southern orifice! I’m a lot braver. Still though, I don’t like it and was a bit nervous.
The hole felt enormous. I’m imagining it I thought. Over, reacting … I do that!
The Dentist said, let me take a look and followed that with “oh, my god!”
Ok, you’re scaring me I said! Oh you’ve no reason to be scared she replied.. It’s me that should be scared.. How the hell am I going to fix that?!
Wow, now that’s giving me confidence. Anyway she took an x-ray. Apparently my mouth is small… They used children’s equipment! This mouth is so cute she said.. Like a babies! Ermmm… Ok..
She decided to do a temporary filling to which she shouted at the technician, in a very thick accent.. Jessie, I need big balls to fit in this small hole! I tried not to laugh. Jessie was slow.. So the Dentist in an urgent tone, repeated more big balls for her hole! And finally….Keep the big balls coming!
By this time I was hysterical with the sucker thing dangling put of my mouth, Vaseline on my lips and the dentist ramming big balls of temporary filling in to my mouth.. Which apparently in Dental terms is referred to as the ‘small hole’!
I go back Tuesday… Wish me luck!