Jane.
By Maxine Jasmin-Green.
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In January of this year when I’d gone to the dentist for my six-monthly check-up, my Dentist told me, “You will need your wisdom tooth taken out.” I was gutted, for although I hate going to the dentist, I’ve never missed a check-up. She told me after she’d taken an e-ray, “Your roots are deep, I will refer you to have it taken out at the hospital.” I was gutted again and replied, “I hope it is not removed until next year, and can’t you take it out?” She replied, “It will be better for you, if it is taken out at the hospital, and whenever it is taken out, it needs removing.” I replied, “OK,” For some things I don’t mind putting off, like having a tooth out.
I went for the appointment at the hospital, months ago, the Dentist there, asked me, “Are you in pain?” I replied, “No,” He said, “I can see your face is not swollen, I don’t know why your Dentist referred you to the hospital, so I will write a letter back to her and ask her to remove your tooth.” I said, “OK.”
I was having a nice time at work yesterday, it was someone’s birthday, when my mobile rang, it was my dentist. The Receptionist said, “A letter from the hospital arrived today, they want you to have your tooth out here at the dentist, what date would you be available?” I looked at my days to work, and between us we chose the 21st of December.
It’s a big thing for me to have my tooth out, I don’t even like a scale and polish.
This morning, my first thought when I awoke, was the dentist on the 21st there wasn’t a dread, as it’s ‘far away’ at the moment, but in reality, I’m not looking forward to it at all.
I hate going to the dentist, and I know I’m not alone. So, I reminded myself of years gone by, when alcohol would be taken before a string was tided around the tooth and the door slammed! It is not like that now in the West. I also thought of someone dear to me, who in a few days will have a very serious operation. I won’t be facing that, and the little old lady who lives two doors from me, who lived alone and drove the biggest van I every saw an older lady drive, died in hospital, two days ago. I said, to Paul my Husband, when he told me of her passing, “I didn’t even know her name,” He who smokes at the front door, sees everything and replied, “I think her name was Jane.” And yes, that did sound familiar. I thought of all her things in her little flat. I knew her only to say, “Hello.” I thought of who I could tell, of her passing but most of them had pasted too. I thought what is Jane doing today? She has taken nothing with her from her little flat.
So, although I am not looking forward to the dentist on the 21st I have put everything in prospective.
RIP Jane. xXx
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