Like most people, there are a handful of things I’m unhappy with about my body…. boobs, tummy, skin and teeth being my major ones. When I was younger I had four teeth out train track braces to stop the overcrowding, but over 10 years later they are starting to look crowded again. If money was no object, I’d be Invisaligning all the way to straight perfect teeth. Well, nearly perfect. See, the other issue with my teeth is that one of my front ones is dying. Another story from my youth involving me being bounced on a knee, falling off and banging my teeth on a nearby table resulted in a front gnasher becoming lose and having to be stuck back in by my dentist *vom*. Because it’s dying, it’s discoloured – I’ve been told eventually it may go black, faaaantastic, and the rest of my teeth could do with a general whiten.
I’d been advised to have whitening procedures by my dentist, but with the price-tag that came with them, they just weren’t a necessity at the time so I left it. Then, I spotted a deal on Groupon at a nearby clinic – Miami White in Camden, London that was offering laser teeth whitening for £69 instead of their usual price of £299. It seemed like too good an opportunity to miss, so I took advantage of it.
They must have been overwhelmed with bookings, because when I tried to make my appointment they had extended the expiry period to enable them to fit anybody in!
As I’m a bit of a control freak, I had a look online to see what I could expect. So many people who had had their teeth whitened had spoken of ‘zingers’ – a feeling so painful they thought they might die! In preparation for this I took some Nurofen about an hour before I left to try to help with the pain I would later be feeling.
Miami White isn’t far from Camden Town underground station. It isn’t well signposted; based within a building where they are evidently renting a (very ‘officey’) room or floor… it was just a case of keeping an eye on the door numbers to find the place, where, once I worked out which buzzer was theirs (again, no indication of this on the actual buzzers) I was instructed to make my way to the top floor and wait in the room.
When I got to the top of the stairs I was greeted by a notice printed on a bit of A4 paper instructing me where to go, and I went and sat in the room, awaiting my fate.
After a couple of minutes, Marie, the therapist popped into the room to welcome me and give me a form to fill in with my details and any medical conditions. She was very lovely and seemed to be doing a good job of single-handedly running the business.
She left me for a few minutes to fill it in, then took me into the treatment room. It really wasn’t what I was expecting – three beds squished into one small room. I wondered as I sat down if there are ever three people being treated at once and how if I had spent the usual price of £299 on this procedure, I would definitely have expected more than this.