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Written on December 16, 2005, and categorized as Secret and Invisible.
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I take lots and lots and lots of pictures, a few of which end up on my Moblog and some I put here. It’s fun to share, of course. I get nice comments, and this warms my heart.

Now we all know that it is foolishness to attempt to make money from blogging, or indeed, from most of the web. You cannot charge people for content that they already get for free. But, since I really do need to raise some money (see sob story below) I have decided to act in the spirit of Kwithmuth, and give away lots of my pictures, and just ask for donations in return. This is a much friendlier and more funky approach to the entire moolah episode than the whole i-chav project – although I am still convinced that pots of cash are just waiting to be made. However, spirit of goodwill, we all love internet freebies, let’s not cheapen this relationship, etc., etc., please browse my first Kwithmuth Giveaway Gallery.

I am very good with money. Part of my work entails spending other people’s money, at which I am excellent. I work well within tight budgets, producing high quality work for a lot less that many of my well-paid peers.

However, it must also be said that I am very good at spending my own money, and like the rest of Britain and the “developed” world, not particularly good at saving it. It must also be said that my personal incentives for making money are not great, either. I grew up in a culture proclaiming two things simultaneously – that money=power+choice, and that the love of money is the root of all evil (Timothy 6:10). I have seen what the lust for money brings out in people and it is not nice and it is not funky. I have to remind myself regularly that getting more money is a good idea.

Now I have to come clean about my phobia. I hate dentists. I didn’t visit a dentist for 26 years. After all that time, I needed one filling, and some basic preventative work. However, that was the year before last. I tried to go for a check up last year at some point, and when I exited Queensway tube, realised I was in the middle of a migraine attack – blurred, wobbly zig-zag lined vision, and a throbber down the left side of the head.

What Tim did not say was that the love of money is the root canal of all evil. This year, the filled tooth had rotted further and I needed urgent root canal in August, and the very professional, highly skilled dentist winced as he looked into my gaping open mouth (and you thought that the little Deekster icon was an illustration!) and with one raised eyebrow wrote off the future for my upper left molar.

He filled it with cement, and told me to go see my regular dentist and be prepared to say goodbye to my tooth.

I like that tooth! It’s been there for 34 years, feels like it belongs there, and I am kind of attached to it.

That was three months ago. I really should have had it out by now, as although painless it is doubtless continuing to decay and erode, but like I said, I am phobic. My choices as outlined by my kindly dentist – who although I like him, I nonetheless remain entirely antipathetic and untrusting towards – are as follows:

  • extract the tooth leaving a gap – I don’t want a hole in my teeth!
  • extract the tooth and have a bridge – but that messes up the perfectly good teeth either side
  • extract the tooth and have a denture – ugh!
  • extract the tooth and have an implant – at a cost of £3,000

As hard as I work, I do not have £3,000 to spend on my gorgeous smile. In fact, I have nothing put aside for the purpose of repair. Therefore, necessity obliges me to take my health, and my dental fund, seriously.

Of course, if I raise enough, I will also be able to visit a psychologist to rid me of my phobia.

That’s my sob story over with. Now, be so good as to browse my first Kwithmuth Giveaway Gallery, think of my poor tooth, and for the sake of my health, donate!

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This thing has 6 Comments

  1. xianfu
    Posted 16 December, 2005 at 1:18 pm | Permalink

    You have so many blogs!!! Kinda cool… Personally, I can’t manage so many blogs at 1 time..LOl.. thnks for visiting my blog.. check it out again later on.. I will check ur blog out too…but..which one should I pick? LOL..ciao

  2. Nina Paley
    Posted 16 December, 2005 at 4:18 pm | Permalink

    Quite a writer you are – such exuberance! Thanks for your comment over at ninapaley.com.

  3. Indigobusiness
    Posted 17 December, 2005 at 4:08 am | Permalink

    I wish I were antipathetic.

  4. I.:.S.:.
    Posted 17 December, 2005 at 6:31 am | Permalink

    Extractions are not that bad. I had a wisdom tooth one last Tuesday.

    I have to come clean about my perversion. I love going to dentists. I love rubber-gloved fingers and metal instruments poking around in my mouth. But an extraction? All the horror stories I heard… I went in feeling ever so slightly apprehensive. And, to come clean a 2nd time, doped to the gills on morphine sulphate and valium.

    The worst bit was sitting there listening to the oral surgeon ask the nurse for “the gouger… thanks…. and now, pass me the bayonet… no no, the bayonet…” I kept my eyes tightly shut.

    It was a minute of intense pain and that was it. I was even able to keep swearing uninterrupted through the whole procedure.

  5. Laurie
    Posted 17 December, 2005 at 4:44 pm | Permalink

    Beautiful pictures! Get the tooth pulled. It can rot your brain, you know. Oops. Did I just create another phobia. Sorry.

  6. Indigobusiness
    Posted 18 December, 2005 at 2:36 am | Permalink

    I advise risking brain rot.

    There is a revolution in dentistry underway that will make current techniques seem medieval.

    Search out cutting-edge clinics, thats my advice. Or wait a year or two.

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