An African's Anecdotes and Accoutrements
|William Shakespeare’s words from King Henry the Fourth Part II have been on my mind recently, and not because I’ve discovered a distant link to an ancient royal family. Yes, I am entitled to a crown, but sadly mine will not be perched on my head. I’m getting two of them, and they will be fitted in my mouth.
Up until last week I’ve never really had any major issues with my teeth. When I was ten I wore braces for a year to straighten my front teeth. I’ve been lucky - my teeth are pretty good. I still have my three wisdom teeth - I have no idea what happened to the fourth, and no I have no idea if its presence would have turned me into a brainiac.
I had my first filling when I was 24 years old, and to date six of my teeth have been filled. And herein - apparently - lies the problem. Two of my teeth on my upper left jaw are 75 percent filled with a combination of amalgam and porcelain materials, and these are my oldest fillings. The dentist reckons there’s a risk in the future that the lack of actual tooth left means it might prove very difficult to repair. If the root dies then no repair will be possible.
I may be terrified of dentists - I will happily visit a gynaecologist over a dentist ANY DAY - but I am paranoid about my fangs. The thought of a witch-like gap in my teeth - even one on the side - was enough to send my blood pressure soaring. I cannot bear to think about brushing my toothless gum. Because these two teeth are neighbours the gap would be massive. Yes, vanity does play a part here...
After researching what is involved in fitting a crown on the internet - not always a good idea, but it’s my body/mouth/teeth we’re talking about here - I decided to... bite the bullet (pun intended). It’s going to take three visits and cost a total of $600, which does not seem too bad going by the prices I’ve seen on the web. My first appointment is scheduled for 3 pm on Wednesday 28 March, with my final fitting on May 4. Each session will last between 60 and 90 minutes. Wonder if my odontophobia/ dentophobia will worsen or be cured - he’s a rather sympathic and kindly dentist. One can only hope.
Three weeks ago we booked a flight to England - we’ve been invited to spend the weekend in Kent, a part of the country I’ve not seen before, attending a dinner for repatriated/retired Zimbabweans. As my life seems to currently revolve around dismantling furniture, marking and packing said pieces of furniture so reassembly back in Zimbabwe won’t lead to a divorce or espousal murder, discussing quotations with removal firms, vacuum sealing clothing and linen AND fretting about how to get my dog home I jumped at this chance for three days away from the nightmare preceeding our move across continents. We will only know tomorrow evening if our flight will be able to land in England, thanks to the volcano in Iceland. Turkish Airlines will apparently refund us our full fare if the airline is unable to get us to England...
... but I’d still love to be in England for a few days in spring, mainly to relax in the calm before the dentist gives me my crown/s