Well into old age my mother used to go to the dentist, get a bit of a polish, and come home with no other work required. I don’t recall my father ever going to the dentist, because he had false teeth since he was a young man.
Every time I go to the dentist I need to make further appointments for yet more fillings. Except these days it’s more often mega-expensive crowns and the like than just plain fillings.
All last year I was supposed to get one particular tooth crowned (with another two slightly less urgent crowns in the queue), but cost and lack of time both made me delay. Meanwhile various smaller sections of tooth or filling crumbled at irregular intervals.
My next dentist appointment is for Wednesday, with some big fillings scheduled, and further discussion about the now urgent crown. So this morning, while eating my favourite blend of Weetbix and muesli, with yoghurt and full-cream milk, I became aware of a large amount of suspiciously hard matter in one mouthful. Sure enough, a molar has crumbled mightily, leaving a very sharp point of tooth exposed.
The good news: I already have an appointment, and this tooth is the one marked as in most urgent need of a crown. Goodbye $2,500!