A 'Tooth' Story.

The die has been cast. I meet him tomorrow, in the morning at 9.30. I have avoided him for longer than I should have and things have come to a head. So now, the confrontation is inevitable. I can almost see the familiar forehead wrinkled into a frown as he peers deep into my...... mouth. Well, its my dentist and the fear is very real.

For as long as I can remember, visits to the dentist were things to be dreaded. The chair, with all the gizmos attached, the whining drill that spoke of pain, the little plastic cups of water to rinse blood and debris out, the bright 'in your face' light, the masked man... Its like a horror movie brought to life.

This time round, its a chipped tooth. The traitor merrily decided to give way in the middle of a wonderful lunch with friends, much to my astonishment. All the daily flossing and brushing (twice, daily!!!) was apparently not enough. Shock, dismay, rage... I went through all the usual emotions and then picked up the phone to make the dreaded call... And the rest, as they say, is History.

So now as I bravely venture forth, into the land of broken teeth and throbbing pain I ask for love and endurance from my loved ones.. Wish me luck..

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I dream about
Rain-water, puddles and red gum-boots
Wet hair, cold feet,
a grandmother's warm hug.
Relics of a childhood long gone.

I wake up
to reality and long for
sleep.