“There’s two ways to deal with this”, said the dentist. “It can be left, it won’t come to any harm, or it can be filled.” It sounded like I had to make a major final decision and take full responsibility for my actions. It was an odd choice.
Who would want to live with a hole in a tooth, exposing the roots. Okay, people who don’t tolerate dentists (I’ll soon get that way, since this is the fourth replacement filling!) people who just don’t get their teeth sorted; people who have false teeth.
“I’ll just blow a bit of air into this” he smoothly says. I do a back flip up to the ceiling. I don’t think there is any further question about what needs to be done.
He holds the door open for me to leave, and says, “Let’s keep fingers crossed that this one works.” 8| My numbed one-sided reply is in the definite affirmative.