A Fresh Start

I rang the dentist first thing and explained what had happened. I was put through to young Tizzy, so I went through what had happened again and she invited me over for a date at 11:20.

A mere 20 minutes late I was ushered through and into the chair for Boss Lady to take a look at me while Tizzy fussed over me.

“Do you want me to fill it now?”, asked the boss.

“There’s no pain, so there’s no rush,” I replied, “I was just worried it’d affect Tuesday.”

“I will fill it.” she declared and set to the tooth with one of her devices while Tizzy slid her vacuum tube into my mouth. Hang on, I thought, what about anaesthetic?

“‘ot a’ou’ anaes’e'ic?“, I tried to ask but Boss Lady seemed not to understand me and even my rapport with Tizzy failed me. The discomfort was only momentary, though, so I let it pass.

As Boss Lady worked away with her polyfilla, Tizzy started to complain that she was hot before disappearing behind me.

“Ooh, she’s taking her clothes off”, Boss Lady commented as she carried on working.

“‘at’s ‘ot ‘air - I ‘an’t ‘ee ‘er!,” I joked.

“Yes, Tizzy. Come around to this side.”

?

Tizzy just replied (still out of sight) “You’d retch if you saw me naked.”

“I think we should be the judges of that.”

?!

I looked at Boss Lady. As far as I could tell she was perfectly serious although Tizzy resisted the order. It’s probably for the best, I suppose, but it’s an interesting alternative to anaesthetic.