ok brace yourselves.. I think my Dad is messing with me.. o_O
Yes I know he's been dead for 3 years but we've had this conversation before.. My Dad always told me that if he could find a way to bloody haunt me he would..
We need to go back a bit for the full tale.. a long long time ago I had a few cross words with a dentist-type person that I didn't like so much.. well he kept hurting me and then he kept charging me for the priviledge and that relationship wasn't working very well for me see.. so when he told me one afternoon that I needed certain work doing that I didn't think I needed I wasted no time in telling him I would not be partaking in his idea for my perfect smile... to be honest, he'd drained the well of all cosmetic dentistry funds and I was a wee bit sore... so no, I dont really want my fillings replaced, they're fine and doing the job perfectly and I dont really care if they're that nasty old silvery colour instead of the new white ones.. I'm not doing it.. argument ensues and I tell him to shove his drill up his... well, I dont think I need to go on... you can probably guess...
I didnt see him so much after that.. or at all even.. that was about 5 years ago..
How does my Dad fit into this? Well he told me to apologise.. or better still find a new (or cheaper) one!!! But not being so keen on dentist-type people, I did neither. Oops.
Jump forward to last year and there I am munching down on an apple or something and out comes my bloody filling.. and can I just add at this point that it wasnt one of the nasty old silvery coloured ones that have been in my head for about 20 years.. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO it was one of his stoopid new white ones that are supposed to be BETTER.. yeah right.. TWAT,..I hate to say I told you so, you fat balding old sadist but I DID!!!
Anyway.. filling (white) out.. "Oh bugger." think I.. "Thats not good.." and the next morning I wake up with a very sore tongue..cos well.. you just cant leave it alone can you? and the edges are always a bit rough lol..So, I avoid dealing with it for a few days because it doesnt hurt...which was a big mistake because then I bit into something and broke the tooth..
"Ahh shit." say I as I pick out tooth from my mouth. "Thats going to sting abit!"
Only it didnt. Not only that but a week later as I continue my search for a new dentist.. it STILL didn't. See its above the gum line, so its not going to.. there wasnt any root exposed... and I couldnt find a dentist.. and I dont like them anyway so I didnt try tooooooo hard.. and I left it.
Of course now I'm in total frigging agony and the pigging thing needs to come out.. I still cant find a dentist and will most certainly have to pay for private dentistry which, is fine now cos I can afford it but still... I dont want to phone them cos I'm a big girlie poof and would rather be in agony obviously.. lol.
So again, how does my Dad fit into all this? Well.. I have noticed when I need to do something or rather, he thinks I should be doing something I am bombarded with music.. more specifically a known "Dad tune" everywhere I go.. it'll crop up on a tv show or be on when I put the radio on and be on another station when I change channels.. it'll be on in the supermarket etc.. taxi radio.. If I then dig out the cd and "acknowledge" that I've heard it, it will stop for a day or so.. if I ignore it then I hear it in my sleep.. it'll be the song on the radio that wakes me in the morning for the next 3 days.. one of the kids will be humming it etc..
He drives me crazy with it. It only stops when I do what needs to be done...soooo.. I'm phoning the dentist in the morning..cos I cant take anymore of the Beach Boys "Good Vibrations" this week..
Go on admit it.. you're singing along now aren't you?? Yeah you are... I can hear you!!!
Nite all..
xx
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