I am a lady turning 47 this year. I spend a fortune on my hair, beauty and clothes because I love looking good. My teeth let me down, perhaps they mirror the excesses I have enjoyed. I have always dreamt of a great smile. But now as I 'get older' I am also beginning to worry about eating the foods I love.
I am such a nervous patient. I have an irrational pathological fear of anaesthesia- probably rooted in my medical working life since the age of 18. I finally have found an environment that is akin to my hairdresser- I feel totally safe with that person, he understands what I needs, responds to my varying moods and takes absolute delight in helping me achieve my aim.