I have a missing tooth

I get up, I work, I go to bed.

A year or two back, a tooth finally gave up after a good 40 years of general neglect and abuse. I think it started off with a filling, that fell out. Then I didn’t go to the dentists for about 15 years because I was too poor/busy/lazy. Then that tooth needed a root canal. Then the side fell off. So I got a crown. That cost be £600. Then that fell off while I was eating a digestive biscuit. I kept it because, you know, it was £600.

I get up, I work, I go to bed.

I used to have hobbies and a social life, once. I used to train martial arts and have an actual gym programme that I followed three times a week and I was in a band, and I had all my teeth.

I get up, I work, I go to bed.

The remainder of the tooth, after the crown fell off, wasn’t salvageable. I hoped I could get away with a flat stump, but that had some kind of issue and it was getting infected, so the dentist pulled the whole thing out. It was a surprise. She said “it’s best to just pull it out.” I said, “Hmm yes, well I’ll make an appointment.” “Oh no, let’s just do it now,” said the dentist. So she just pulled it out without me really having much time to think about it. Probably for the best.

I get up, I work, I go to bed.

Lockdown hasn’t really ended for me. Maybe it never will. Work expanded to fill all the spare time. Nothing has restarted, my life hasn’t got back to normal. My tooth hasn’t grown back.

I get up, I work, I go to bed.

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