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That’ll be £430… or nothing please


It’s been dentist week in our house. First it was my turn for my six monthly check up and visit to the hygienist, who jet washed my teeth and told me that my teeth are fantastic but my gums are buggered. That’ll be £130 please.

Next it was Lashes turn to be seen. She had the same six monthly check up and visit to the hygienist. Another £130.

Then it was Booful’s turn. One extraction, one false tooth and £335 later Boofuls came home with an aching mouth and an aching wallet.

My God, I missed my way in life, I should have been a dentist! Why did I waste all those years getting a degree in photography? I should have gone on to the far more lucrative world of dentistry.

Today Boofuls had to go back. The new falsie wasn’t fitting well and he was struggling with it. While he was there he questioned the dentist about his discoloured front tooth (Boofuls front tooth, not the dentist’s).

“Well, I can do this to it for £430. I can do that for it for £85 but it won’t last. Which option would you like?” He looked expectantly at Boofuls for an answer.

“Well, are those my only options?”

Maybe the dentist was starting to feel a bit guilty about the ludicrous amount of money he’s taken from us this week so he said:

“Er. Well, I could try cleaning it.”

“What will that cost?”

“Nothing.”

“I’ll take that option then, please.”

He picked up what looked like a grinding tool and proceeded to scrub away at Boofuls front tooth. One minute. I’ll type that again. ONE MINUTE later Boofuls had a lovely gleaming white front tooth. He’s been grinning a wide mouthed toothy smile all afternoon. To be fair he does look slightly crazed but I’ll let him off with that for today since he’s regained the confidence to actually properly smile after two years of trying not to show his manky teeth.

I’m really annoyed that the dentist has left that tooth looking horrible for so long and would have taken hundreds off pounds off Boofuls to do unnecessary work instead of just doing the clean that took him one minute.

Is it just me or does anyone else think that it’s morally wrong to try and deceive a patient into having expensive and unnecessary work done to their teeth? Gggrrrr.

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Snooooooooooooooore


That’d be me snoring. I am so tired that I’m way past tired , exhaustion? That’s just a distant memory. I’ve now reached the point of being absolutely fooked and past coping or caring.  Yet another afternoon at the factory. A tough one today as one of the machine went down and caused all sorts of traumas. As well as being behind schedule the atmosphere was tense, it doesn’t make for a pleasant working environment. Things perked up by mid afternoon though and by 5pm the place was positively hopping.

Even dog training got jettisoned tonight as I have still to check all the kit over and charge up all the batteries for a wedding we’re shooting in York tomorrow. Who cares if it’s a two hour drive, shooting a wedding will be a bit of welcome relief from all the work at the factory.  I’m so looking forward to it, not least for the chance to pick up my camera, I’ve hardly seen it for the last week or two and I’m missing it!

As I write Boofuls is looking for a hotel for us to stay in on Monday night before our jollies next week.  He’s had a ton of dental work done today in readiness for the bridge his having on the 4th October. The pain relief the dentist gave him is starting to wear off now so he’s numbing the pain with sauvignon blanc.  I must say I am so impressed. The temporary crowns he has on are BRILLIANT!!!  Loads better than the one I had done last year (remember that debacle?). I think I may have to change dentists.

The new milk shake diet is working a treat, now I’m so used to being hungry that I’m not even noticing it any more.

Right. Time to put the next lot of batteries on charge and then put my own battery on charge. I’m off to my bed.  See you soon.

Happy Thursday!


Not really, I’m just trying to convince myself that it is after a long and stressful day without even my normal Thursday dance lesson to cheer me up for the rest of the day.

Bigwigs were due to visit at work today. These particular wigs were so big that they blocked out the sunlight and they came on a mission. Not the friendliest of missions, everyone was a bit scared of what might be said as a lot was hanging in the balance as a result of it.  The meeting room/canteen was hastily given a 60 minute makeover by yours truly, aka Wonder Woman.  The boardroom table was cleared of old copies of the Daily Sport that certain staff members  like to keep in order to refer to their favourite photos in the back issues. The ledges were cleared, plants strategically placed and clutter was hidden in every available orifice.

The same operation was carried out in the main office. It’s going to take the staff weeks and weeks before they  able to operate  without having to stop and ask, ‘does anyone know where the ……is?’  I’d suggest try the spare drawers in P’s desk. It’s amazing how much you can fit in a desk drawer when you really try.

So I know you’re dying to ask how it went. It went well. What the staff lack in terms of  housekeeping and tidying up skills it more than makes up for in the ‘getting the job out the door’ skills. Well done to all concerned, especially  to Pitstop. Didn’t know you could move that fast!

Have you ever tried doing a job with one hand tied behind your back? that’s been a bit like what it’s been like  in my class today. I’ve been trying to teach Photoshop on version 5.5 for God’s sake.  5.5!!  That’s about a gazillion years old. The printer wouldn’t print, the files wouldn’t open, the students were brilliant and cheerfully accepted alternate routes to getting things done.

All except one little girl who I thought was going to cry. She had an amazing photograph that she wanted to use  –  we could see it, we could run it as part of a slideshow. Could we open it?  Could we hell.  We tried everything we could think of. Even our resident techie couldn’t get the sodding thing to open. How frustrating.

By the time I was driving home this evening my poor brain was frazzled with constantly having to quickly come up withy contingency plans. I don’t know about going out to the dog club tonight, all I really want to do is put my feet up and have a couple of large g & t’s.

Boofuls is having a lot of dental work done. Oh dear Lord, that’s expensive!!  Apart from the monetary cost there is of course also the cost in terms of time and trauma while sat in the dentist’s chair.  Boofuls has never been a big fan of the dentist, that’s why he’s having to have so much work done now but he was obviously in a buying frenzy when the dentist was telling him all the treatments that were available. Either  that or it was a case of he’d agree to anything just to get out of the chair.  Whatever the case, the poor chap is in for bridge work, a new crown and while he was going so far, decided that  as part of the process he might as well get  his teeth whitened. A move I wholeheartedly approved of because years have smoking have certainly taken their toll on his peggies.

If you’ve never had your teeth whitened then I suggest you stop reading now. It turns out to be a very unpleasant and quite painful process. After his final treatment on Tuesday he spent the whole evening suffering electric shock type pains through his mouth.  Putting all that aside though I have to tell you he now has the most amazing set of pearly whites, talk about a Hollywood smile. he comes with his own ring of confidence!

Hollywood Smile

On a completely different note: I phoned the council yesterday to arrange to get our septic tank emptied.  The girl who answered the phone was terribly nice. I told her what i wanted and she said,”What’s a septic tank?”  “Really? You don’t know what a septic tank is?”  said I in amazement.

“Well, it’s basically a great big tank of poo at the bottom of the garden,”

Stunned silence followed by a stifled giggle.  “I’ll put you through now, madam.”