*this was written yesterday but only published today so some references will be a day out!*
So back in July we had an emergency trip to the dental hospital when Chookie's zombie tooth started to turn pink. The wee valiant tooth was knackered - the pink was gum growing inside it - and needed to come out and be temporarily replaced with a plate (a retainer with a tooth sort of affair) before more permanent solutions 6 months from now. Our appointment was for September 30th which was an 8 week weight but was okay, we could handle that. Then 10 days ago I received a letter saying the procedure had to be rescheduled and now wouldn't be happening until November 4th. Aye, right.
Needless to say there were some phonecalls made and a bit of going round the houses but long story boring, we got an appointment for last Tuesday. Spouse and I both got time off work because it was a sedation appointment and we didn't want her going on the train and having the 15 minute walk on either side of a tooth extraction! Parking can be an issue (it's in the centre of Glasgow in Sauchiehall Street!) and a two man operation works well - one with kid, one with car. Saves any panic with appointment times and finding a parking spot! So we toddled up to Glasgow at lunchtime and you know, it went swimmingly! I mean, watching someone shove screwdrivers up your child's gum to wiggle put a tooth is all kinds of horrible (some sedation for me would have been nice!) but she couldn't have cared less, she was away with the birds on gas & air and numbed up to the eyeballs! It came out easily (the almost no root helped!) and after some fiddling with the plate it was fitting nicely, too. It was a much less traumatic experience than watching it be shoved back in when she
knocked it out all those years ago!
But. Hoo boy, there is quite an adjustment to having a gob full of plastic and metal as anyone with a brace will know! And while I was prepared for the drooling and the lisping and the soft foods for a few days, I hadn't realised actually swallowing was going to be a massive issue. It makes sense, the roof of her mouth isn't where it used to be and your tongue not fitting takes a bit of relearning! But still, we had a hairy 24 hours where drinking (never mind eating!) was an issue and being 5ft2 but only 6 stone she can't afford to be not eating!! And this is obviously on top of having an open wound in the middle of her front top gum.
We're on day 5 now, though, and things are improving massively. The drooling has stopped, the speech impediment is more like an actual lisp and she actually managed to chew some macaroni cheese today. I think we will need to visit our dentist to have the plate adjusted since every time she jumps up and down or sneezes it comes loose and two of the brackets are giving her really achey teeth. But she's been such a wee trooper through it all I am so proud of her. She managed a wee noise on her baritone this afternoon and was horse riding this morning (with a gap toothed gypsy grin sans plate!) and is just getting on with it with hardly a complaint. I'm pretty certain I wouldn't be so gracious in the face of pain and hunger and inconvenience. Her smile looks amazing, though. *g* Of course, I haven't a photo of her lovely new not-skanky-toothed smile to show you. So here's Nigel who was bought for her first trip to the dental hospital, 5 years ago next month.

His name is pronounce with a whinny at the start, Neigh-gel. And he is very well loved!