This is it, I’m edging closer to death.
Next Monday I am 25. This is almost nearly old. I’m almost mid twenties, which is nearly 30, which in turn, is, old.
I‘ve been feeling old since I turned twenty, oh how I now laugh at such youthful naivety.
Couple with my eight year absence from a dentist chair, the dental fear has returned. My teeth actually bleed (well the gums) a worrying amount each time I clean my teeth. And this morning, under the fearful gaze of almighty tooth fairy I discovered that a lower canine molar thingy on the right side is definitely wobbly.
I say definitely, I’m not that sure, I’m sure my tongue can feel it move, but the flesh on my finger moves more than it does and so is hard to judge. not that I want a verdict.
This is scary, I am scared. Now I have to worry not only about looking like Shane McGowen, but also about trying to afford to pay off a dentist. and overcoming my dental fear.
Ever since all those years ago… Maybe one day I’ll be able to tell the story.
On the plus side, an adult tooth must be worth a fucking fortune to the tooth fairy.
So I have made an appointment for Wednesday morning, not only am I facing my fear and going to endure some definite pain, but I’m going to have to pay for the privilege. I seriously think every tooth needs work, two are definitely broken and another couple need fillings.
Think this might cost more than Edinburgh this year.