The Root Canal Fairy

I am breaking my hiatus from blogging to talk about something deeply intimate and a bit yucky!  I recently had a tooth pulled out and aside from the incredible pain and discomfort (I spent so much time wandering around moaning and complaining that my sainted husband started automatically saying "I know. I'm sorry" every time I went to speak!)  there was something phenomenally discomforting about having a piece of myself removed.

I know we all recall the halcyon days when we wiggled and wiggled a tooth in anticipation of tooth fairy booty, but those roots were ready to let go.  I just wasn't!  It was a perspective of, "I've grown it, I'm keeping it" which actually surprised me.  It might be my own history of things I've missed- I've never had a wisdom tooth taken out, my appendix or my tonsils.  If I had I wonder if I would have missed them too?  It made me wonder, do people mourn the loss of their bits or is it just part of being alive in this medically advanced age?  Did you grieve for your tonsils or ask to see them?

Maybe the kids have got the right idea.  Maybe I just need a tooth fairy-like ritual to farewell my troublesome tooth.  Right, that settles it, I'm going to organise a bon voyage root canal party... or at least an afternoon tea.  Soft, mushy canapés and porridge petit fours anyone?