I'm in between dentistries. I've had an impression taken of my top set - probably the first time in my life my mouth has made a good impression somewhere - and in one hour's time my broken tooth root will be extracted and replaced with an extended denture.
Mr Manley (dentist) gave me the option of having the broken tooth capped but it would take a fortnight and I couldn't live with the gap any longer. Every time I looked in the mirror I scared myself.
I was going to use an old denture today to enable me to get out and about but have just realised it was fixed in place by the tooth I've just broken so I'm staying fixidly in (which is more than you can say for my teeth these days) and writing about death. Nice to be paid for being morbid on a day you feel morbid. Thanks Crusaders for paid work. Change your name though. Change your name.
Tomorrow we have an Alpha guest supper at church and my core team of two, carefully groomed and trained over the last six months, are nursing a broken foot and being jilted by a boyfriend. I am much better at coping alone than working with a team even though I know that teams are a good thing so I will secretly enjoy this and feel guilty too.
Back to death.
RIP Brian Clough you entertained me
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