I feel pretty!
This line comes from a song from an old musical but I don’t know which one. I’m not a fan of musicals.
The line fits though because I got my teeth fixed and I’m back to my usual level of handsomeness.
I phoned the dentist yesterday and said the inevitable had happened - my wobbly front crown dropped out so I asked for some urgent attention. The receptionist girl (it’s never a man - is this sexist?) made the appropriate sounds of leafing through pages of a big book, looking for an appointment earlier than the one I made on Friday but I pointed out that while I wasn’t actually in pain, I worried about the tooth ’site’ getting infected and that a professional opinion as to the urgency would be helpful. I suggested that asking the dentist between appointments might either underline the urgency or at least give me some assurance that a wait would have no negative consequences. I said I’d accept his judgement. She phoned me back later and made an appointment for a quick assessment for today.
It was pretty good. He inspected the gap, asked if I had the crown which I presented to him in an old film canister and he got on with it. What a star! He didn’t say much until he’d finished but he put it back and told me not to bite hard on it today and it’s great to be able to eat normally again.