The Band Gazebo

There may be, quite simply, not enough woe in the world. I'm there this evening, with my dinner, wanting to look at something to chill out, as my mouth feels like it is not my own after an appointment with the orthodontist. So I say to myself, "Self," I say, "What can I look at that is appropriate to my miserable mood?"

Then I say to myself, with a little nod to maggis "Put on Due South, Juliet is Bleeding because (a) it's a kick ass episode and (b) you'll be so wrung out after looking at that, you won't care about your mouth."

So I did. And I've not seen that ep since I got the DVDs, and loved it then, and it's just as good as I remembered it, and the whole car blowing up thing (which I saw back in the day, pre internet, pre spoilers, had no idea it was coming and just was dumbfounded, even going to smiley_b "Did they just do that?) was just as jaw dropping as ever, and then it happens.

MY DISC FREEZES MID SCENE!

I mutter curses, I take it out, I clean it. It happens again. Lather, rinse repeat, same result.

MY DUE SOUTH DVDS ARE DEFECTIVE, FROM NOWHERE, IN MY FAVOURITE EPISODE! (OK, it may be tied for first with Victoria's Secret but it's my LJ, I'll be dramatic if I want to.)

And I can't figure out why, unless they came loose in the move and scratched then... I know I lent out my S3s to someone but can't remember if they took the S2 as well... surely if they weren't working, something would have been said?

*woe*

*skips to amazon*

So, the orthodonist this morning. He's going through all the treatments, all the options and the dangers thereof. Basically maps out everything he's going to do with me over the next two years. Then he takes X-rays, and they have the digital machine on site to do them, so it's instant, yes? And he's going over the dangers, talking about root shortening and suchlike, and he pulls up the x-rays to show me the roots of my teeth, and the mouse does this cool thing where, when you run it over a tooth, it magnifies what you're running it over? When all of a sudden, he stops, and says, "What the heck is that?"

OK, anyone have five other words they'd less like to hear when looking at an x-ray?

So he gets up the other x-rays and checks, and confirms what the first one is showing him. In my mouth, in the upper jaw, lying right between the roots of my two front teeth, there is, and I quote in the best orthodontological language yer man possesses, "a wee little ball of a tooth" -- not a baby tooth, or an adult tooth, oh no. An extra tooth. That never crowned. And has just been lying there, dormant, for 27 years.

Those of you who long suspected I was a freak? Now we have X-ray proof!

Which is all very funny, except for, you know that plan he was talking about? This tooth is a problem. Because if we whack braces on my top teeth, that will cause the roots to move. Which would likely cause them to hit agianst the buried tooth. Which would be bad because it could cause root damage and basically kill my crooked but otherwise healthy front teeth.

To get the tooth removed? This is a possibility. But. It is a buried tooth, buried deep, so it is, in yer man's words, "a fairly medium operation you're talking about" -- which my mother, in her infinite motherly wisdom, has turned into a major operation. It's also an operation that could damage the roots of my otherwise healthy teeth, leading to possible need for root canal, in the worst case scenario, extraction of my crooked but otherwise healthy adult teeth, oh, and did I forget to mention the possible nerve damage that could also ensue???

Long story short? Treatment on hold while he ships my X-rays off to a specialist friend of his, who will probably want to see me to talk through my various options... practicing on the south side of Dublin city, which is a camel hike and a half, where I don't know where I'll be driving too, and will necessitate time off work... (HelsinkiPrincipal, I know I'm leaving early and coming in late a shitload of times because I have all these appointments to go to, but I'm going to need a day off to go to a dental specialist, because of my freakish nature... is that all right???)

Why can these things not ever be simple?