What a difference 24 hours make, yesterday I was writing about a sublime experience at a ballet  performance. Today I may need to comment that unknown to me I was a little under the weather at the theatre. Unknown to me a 40 year old root canal was quietly and painlessly giving up the will to live in a tooth. What became very obvious later in the night was that not only was he in terminal decline but he had unfortunately affected and infected his neighbour. A tooth with a fully functioning nerve system!

Some emergency dental treatment is a wonderful thing. Ultimately I will have to lose both the teeth but for now they are at peace. Painkillers and antibiotics are wonderful things.

I have been very fortunate, 40 years ago I had my first experience of toothache and 24 hours ago was my second.

Despite being warned that root canal work might only provide a short term fix my little tooth hung in there, only changing colour very slightly recently. He endured through two pregnancies and orthodontic teeth straightening. All things that might have affected his longevity. He has endured periods of a busy life and an irrational  fear of dentists, that stopped me attending once my adorable dentist retired.

Curiously my little tooth is a marker of time. 40 years ago I had two parents, and no children. Now I have two children, no parents.  A wealth of life experience and changes.

Toothache and ballet. They make you think.

The two pictures illustrating this blog have nothing to do with teeth. But they do both have colour sensations that are not too dissimilar with my experience of toothache. Especially when displayed in a tile format.