Dental extraction

Why oh why when I look after my teeth so well do I always have so many problems with said teeth?  I did have a tooth that was mainly filling.  It looked a little like the scary teeth of one of the baddies in one of the James Bond movies.  Of course it wasn't a whole mouthful of metal teeth it was just one at the back.  Now getting back to the tooth.  Yesterday I thought I had an ulcer in my mouth but it turned out to be that some of the hideous filling of my tooth had fallen out and that a knife sharp edge was actually cutting my poor tongue.   I was finding it hard to eat and talk (perish the thought) and that said of course, I had to bite the bullet so to speak and ring the dentist this morning.  Luckily, they felt sorry for me so I was first cab off the rank.  The lovely man did his painless needles (I do so love this man) and then set about tugging, pulling, drilling, yanking, twisting while the tooth broke slowly apart.  So after all the tugging, pulling and so forth and etcetera he finally managed to get all of it out after thirty-five minutes.  He was totally exhausted and I felt for him, really I did.  He had patients waiting patiently so would have run behind all day.  I think he would have needed his Berocca before he tackled the next not so patient patient.  I came home feeling quite sorry for myself.  One would think that with all that brushing and flossing my teeth would be grateful, but no, my teeth do their best to disintergrate at every opportunity.  I would curse them but that would be really really bad karma.  From now on my mantra will be, "I love my teeth, they are beautiful, they are healthy, they never break or need fillings.  I love my teeth, they are..............................................................................................."  Yay for my teeth I say.