The dentist is bad enough but when you hear them say “specialist” the room starts to spin before your eyes.  Your pockets start to burn and instantly your stress level rises.  Well at least that’s what happens to me.  After a troublesome root canal I thought my teeth problems were over, how wrong I was.  A bone cyst in my jaw is now the latest drama and of course only a specialist can see to that.  So now while I wait for my referral letter to arrive by post my husband is having a mini breakdown.  How much will it cost? what is it? how do we fix it and how on earth are we going to pay for it?  Did I mention we are not in a health fund? You just know that the bill will be in the thousands and I can think of plenty of other things I could do with that money….if I had it.  Now I guess I’ll be paying for the “specialists” children to be put through private education.  Oh, the joys of life.