Lovely eggs (Photo credit: zhouxuan12345678)
So I was eating a soft-boiled egg yesterday when I felt a tooth fall off. I’ve eaten nothing but soft food for 48 hours, in a bid to keep the tooth in place. That worked. Not.
It wasn’t a tooth, thankfully; it was the veneer of the tooth which snapped off on Monday. The new cement the dentist used has kept the actual tooth in place.
The veneer must have been a little loose: it has a mind of its own and has made a bid for freedom at least three times before. The veneer on the right front tooth is more of a homebody and likes to stay stuck to my inside. Like my children, one gives me many problems; one none at all (they’re going to read this and assume the good one is the reader and the troubled one is the other; my boys will probably do the same).
Do yourself a favour – never get veneers. Looking back on it, shaving off half my tooth to make it look better is probably not a great idea. I suspect that has contributed to the whole tooth-snapping-off-in-a-corn-on-the-cob thing.
My dentist’s receptionist squeezed me in again and my dentist used the new cement which has kept the tooth in place to fix the veneer; and promised to squeeze me in once more if she gets a cancellation before my crown appointment. My dentist and her staff are great.
I wrote a poem for them, a fluffy Thank You. I did think about taking them some chocolates but that’s what got me into trouble in the first place. Here’s the poem:
Corn On The Cob
For Alison & Stephanie
Corn on the cob
attacked me gob
Me tooth snapped off
which made me sob
No duck apple
for me to bob
Me mouth was robbed
by corn on the cob
It had its first airing on Tuesday, at the poetry reading. Socially Yours is a group which meets every Tuesday in our church, though it is run by an outside agency. It’s a chance to chat, play quizzes and bingo, socialise. Sometimes they have a guest to entertain them…that was me.
I read in two halves: first, from ancient to modern, like the hymns; and then some of my own poems. I had fun, though I couldn’t feel my tongue by the time I had finished, my mouth was so dry from nerves: fidgety old ladies are a tough audience.
Talking of poems, here’s something to really make me smile: I’ve just had an email to say that one of my South African poems has been accepted for an anthology by the University of London, on human rights.
Here’s their blurb:
We are looking for poems that focus on any human rights or social justice issue, national or international, current or historical. Poems could explore refugee rights, freedom of speech, indigenous peoples’ rights, LGBTI rights, economic rights or environmental justice – the opportunities are endless!
The Human Rights Consortium is a multidisciplinary collaborative centre for research into human rights and social justice issues. For inspiration, please visit our current project pages (see sidebar). You can follow the Human Rights Consortium on Twitter or like us on Facebook to receive project-related news and updates about human rights.
The Human Rights Poetry Anthology will be selected, compiled and edited by academics with expertise in human rights and English studies from the School of Advanced Study (University of London); and the Keats House Poets, a collective of young poets supported by the Keats House Museum who actively write and perform poems about human rights issues.
They sound like a barrel of tooth veneers, don’t they?
We will stick together..smile together..be together… (Photo credit: Thai Jasmine (Smile..smile…Smile..))