Yesterday, I had an appointment with the dental hygienist.
Now, I am really quite frightened of going to both the dentist and the hygienist despite both being really nice and good at what they do. In fact, my hygienist, seeing that I was rigid with tension in the chair, suggested that when she does her thing, I listen to some loud music on headphones to distract me. It isn’t the pain (although clearly I don’t like that), it’s the sound – it reminds me of polystyrene being rubbed against a blackboard.
Anyway, the lovely hygienist was not terribly pleased with me. She said that I need to spend more time brushing my teeth, avoid drinking diet coke and switch my brand of toothpaste. Which is a shame as I hate the taste of most toothpastes but I suppose I will have to adjust. Apparently, my enamel is getting very thin. Drinking alcohol doesn’t help either. Ugh.
Anyway, I can totally recommend my dentist. They are not cheap but they are painless. Also, they are right next to the Bank of England so you can do some sightseeing afterwards.