Pulling Teeth

Shh! Wait... Wait a minute... I think... Yep... Phew. There's no pain. Oh, there will be, and soon. But not yet. Half of my tooth has fallen out. On Thursday I split it somehow, and last night it broke and I swallowed it. Yum. Luckily I think the remaining filling is somehow blocking off the nerve ending so it's not hurting that much yet, but it's only a matter of time before that gives way, then it will hurt. Like shaving with a salted cheesegrater. Like a soldering iron sizzling into my gum. Dah. This means I have to go to the Dentists. In my world, Dentists rank just above tax officials and ticket inspectors. They might be nice people, but they are suspiciously expensive, the last visit cost me £300. The problem is that like a mechanic, you have no idea as to the validity of their advice, they may or may not be taking you for a ride, but unlike a mechanic you can't just drive your teeth outta there as you're usually in unbearable agony by this time, so you end up forking out hundreds of pounds for your Dentist's romantic break for two. Apparently though, students such as I get treated to free dental care. If that's the case things might not be so bad. In fact I might have a rock and glass sandwich and go for the full works.