Over Christmas, I started thinking that I hadn’t been summoned to the dentist in quite some time. I can’t remember when I last went, although I know with absolute certainty that whenever it was won’t have been the original date I wanted to go on. I remember it being a cold morning, so I assume it’s something bordering on a year or so, and the world has gone to pot in the meantime so it’s understandable if they’re not chasing up for check-ups as they would normally do.
Although that does make a mockery of the “see your dentist every six months” thing. But anyway…
A couple of days ago, I got an email asking to book in for a check-up.
I looked at it for a bit, with its happy positive messages about everything they’re doing for Covid prevention and the like, and then I thought about how we were (at the time, at least) in Tier 3 – a high risk category with one of the guidelines being that you should only travel about if absolutely necessary.
And now, of course, we’re in another lockdown so the travel thing is most definitely in place.
Only travel if absolutely necessary.
So, I’m not going to book a check-up. I know, right, I’m a mother-flippin’ rebel of the highest order.
I’ve been pretty bloody careful around the whole Covid thing, and with not working I’m basically not leaving the house. When I was working, I was getting the bus to and from work, but then when I was working we didn’t have a super-speedy strain of the virus, and I was masked and hand sanitiser-ed up the whazoo. I was very careful. I had to go out then. It was my job. I had to go and do it.
Now, I don’t have to do it. So I’m not. And I think the same goes for the dentist. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with my teeth. I’ve not noticed any problems with them. They’ll need a scale and polish because that’s how they make their money, but I’m not aware of any impending doom on a filling and general misery front. And if I do become aware of it, I’ll sort it out then.
I don’t really think, in the current climate, that I should be going for a check-up given that they’ll still be running a system with diminished bookings and then prioritising people in need over those who aren’t. I mean, bloody hell, I had my appointment cancelled enough times when there wasn’t a global pandemic that I can only imagine how bad it would be now.
So I’m not going to do it. I’m going to let them chase me about it a bit more, and we’ll see what the state of the world is in a few weeks. But for now, it’s the sensible thing to not go and be poked at, I reckon. Especially when you think it’s a four-bus round trip. I didn’t like getting one bus to work with the great mask-bewildered, I’m definitely not going to be a fan of four of them…
And I’m not just saying all this because we can’t book online anymore, and they’re forcing me to talk to a person after being on hold for who knows how long. The last time I went, I had to go in on the way to my mum’s and make the appointment because no-one would answer the phone.
Nah, I think I’ll leave it for now.