“To sit in solemn silence in a dull, dark dock,
In a pestilential prison, with a life-long lock,
Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock,
From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block!”
The Mikado, W. S. Gilbert
I have never quite forgotten the unpleasant, childhood experience of dental procedures.
Driven perhaps by residual angst, I pay slightly obsessive attention to dental flossing. But a couple of nights ago, the process dislodged what felt like a large pebble.
Exploring my teeth with my tongue gave the impression of a vast jagged cavity.
It was clearly time for a trip to my Cochin dentist: a man of great skill combined with the gentle touch.
Having hired an auto
with an unusual name
The driver attached tarpaulins to the sides of the auto in an attempt to keep us dry.
Thus I arrived incognito at the dentist, as if travelling in purdah.
One porcelain filling had a very small chip missing.
An X-ray revealed the rest of tooth to be fine.
Dr Emmanuel’s recommendation: polish the newly rough edge to smoothness.
Then, leave well alone.