A week ago I had my dentist appointment; it's taken me this long to post about it because of how many things I have that I want to post about (as usual). I still have some other things I want to get posted (including some reviews of books I've read recently), I just need to find the time to write the posts... You know how it is!
The taxi was as helpful as usual, but the driver couldn't deliver me to the receptionist. Why? Because nobody had thought to tell me that it's pointless me going early; they're shut between 1:00pm and 2:00pm for lunch. I arrived a little before 1:40pm. The taxi driver was reluctant to leave me, but he couldn't stay - he wasn't allowed to linger longer than necessary - and it was pointless my paying him to take me back home since by the time we got there it would be almost time to go back. So I told him to go, and promised that if I froze to death - since it was quite cold - I wouldn't hold him responsible for my fate, LOL!
The reason I thought someone should have mentioned it was the fact that my appointment was for 2:00pm exactly, so I'd have thought someone would have said, "don't bother coming early for it, since you're our first appointment after lunch," or something. Maybe they assumed someone had read the opening times to me? *Shrugs*
Anyway, part of the reason I was there so early was that I like to be early for appointments (I'm a firm believer in, "better early than late," when possible). The other part was that I wasn't sure exactly how long it would take to get there. The dentists' building is only a short walk from where we live, but some of the roads are accessable on foot and not by car, so I wasn't sure how long it would take by taxi.
Just after he left one of the dentists poked his head out of the door, saw me, and told me he'd come back at 2:00pm, but I'd have to wait until then. He then closed the door. I later discovered the reason why he left me out in the cold was that he and his family live in the building, and he was trying to give his young children lunch.
I suspected as much when he answered the door with a young child beside him chattering away, and had this confirmed when - a few minutes before he was due to come back for me - the receptionist returned from her own lunch and took me inside, where a woman (the children's Mother, I assume) was getting the children ready to clear out of the place. I'm not sure if they were school-age children, because last week was half-term week, which means that most children weren't in school. I know one of them at least - the one who was with the dentist when he answered the door - was no more than 4 or 5; well, I don't know, it's just a guess based on his speach level.
But, enough of that...
They were as helpful as the people were at the doctors surgery, which is a plus in my book (especially since I need that to be the case). And they seem like decent dentists. I'm not sure if there are two or more of them, but I know there are definately the two, since there's a male dentist (the one who answered the door) and a woman dentist (the one who appears to be my dentist).
Because of the fact it took so long to do the thorough examination of my mouth, x-rays of my teeth, double check paperwork, etc - you know, all that annoying new patient stuff - they didn't get to fixing my tooth. So I have another appointment for Tuesday (February 28th). It's another 45 minute one. Partially because of the fact that, where it's a wisdom tooth, the tooth is so far back in my mouth it's going to be tricky to fix (the dentist did half consider just pulling it out, but - thankfully - decided there was enough tooth to save it). And partially because the couple of other teeth that I thought "might" be close to going the same way are (though it took the x-rays for the dentist to be sure). The plan is that if my wisdom tooth can be fixed quicker than planned then the others will be sorted the same day, but if not, then I'll have to go back for them to be done another day.
We also discussed the bottom wisdom teeth, which still wont - or can't - break through the gums. My new dentist - like my old dentist - thinks that as long as they aren't bothering me (which they aren't) then they should just be left alone. If they start hurting then I'll be sent in to hospital to have them removed (the only option when your gums have to be cut open to remove a tooth stuck under them). But if not then I'm to leave them alone, and they'll either find room to push through, or rot in the gums. Neither really sounds pleasant, but the "leave them alone, since they aren't hurting," option keeps me out of hospital, so I like it!
I guess this is my punishment for gloating about not having had to have much work done on my teeth, huh? Hmmm... I'd hoped I'd at least make it to 30 before I had to join the people who have to regularly make more than the "quick check-up" trips to the dentist. I guess it wasn't to be, LOL!