While we were on the Isle of Wight I was thrilled to finally get them signed with a dentist because that was like gold dust around this area before we left. The first dentist I found on the island was a nightmare. We had a major falling out. It could have been me taking offence at him taking one look in my daughters' mouths and stating, 'It is obvious that these children are on a very bad diet.' Or maybe it was when he told me (and them because they were there, after all) that I was better off giving them coca cola than juice. And then he refused to treat Emily because of my 'attitude'. Either way, a complaint was lodged with the NHS and it was followed through by them. Small satisfaction can be found in that fact, but I still needed a dentist.
I found another one. Helen's teeth were fine, no fillings required (not bad for someone who was obviously on such a bad diet). Emily needed two small fillings done. He did them. End of story.
Well, not quite. Fast forward to last summer, after our return to the mainland, and Emily getting a tooth ache. It turns out that one of the fillings had not been done properly and while the tooth looked fine it had been slowly rotting away underneath. Major dental work required. Then repeat the whole procedure for the filling on the other side a month later, while we were on holiday.
Which brings us to today. There was always doubt whether those two teeth would make the distance until her adult teeth were ready to come in. Today one of those poor teeth finally reached the end of its usefullness. And I held Emily's hand while she trembled and whimpered. Not a good day.
I shall end this post on a good note. Here are the latest two blocks I have done for the Farmer.
|No. 61 - Northern Lights|
|No. 48 - Homeward Bound|