The Visit to the Dentist

Thank you for all the kind wishes and support. Not to mention the few horror stories thanks to my storyteller friend Oody and co. It helped, really!

The day I was due to meet the dentist, I woke up with my heart pounding against my chest. It was pounding so hard, you could almost see my body quivering with each pound..Or… was that just me shivering?

Anyway, although I said I was to meet the dentist, I hadn’t actually made any appointments. I thought, “Surely there are an abundance of dentists around the area where I live and surely they’re all free to see me.” Yeah right. The dentistry business I guess is in a boom. N and I spent a good hour that morning calling up almost all the dental clinics in our area for an appointment. ALL of them turned us down flat, and almost all could only fit me in on Saturday! I never knew business was that good. And I suppose, since everybody has teeth and everybody else in this world, except for me and Dr Bubbles, visit dentists every 6 months, business should and must be really good!

After that one hour of rejection, I was almost (gladly) about to give up, when a kind nurse called me back to say that a patient had cancelled an appointment with the doctor at her clinic, so she told me to come at 11.30. I said “ok” but actually inside, I was going “Oh no!” Drats!

I arrived at exactly 11.30 am. It was a really nice clinic. There was no need to guess whether the doctor was female or male. The clinic was very feminine. There were artwork in neat frames on each wall, nice little plotted plants everywhere, nicely wall-papered walls and nice scents of potpourri permeating the room. So, I sunk into one of the plush sofas in the cosy little sitting room waiting for my name to be called, while staring aimlessly at the TV showing some Indonesian drama series with a book that I brought with me on my lap. (which was just for show, really. How could I read then??)

I was just beginning to relax and convince myself that the whole thing was really not a big deal at all, when I heard an intense drilling sound coming out from the consultation room. It brought back not so very happy memories from the past! The drills, the scaling thing, the huge needles. Urrrrgggghhh! I felt sick already. Even my tummy did a few summersaults in agreement!

Then my name was called. I had imagined the doctor to be a big burlesque woman with a surgical mask covering her face, and a stern voice to match and a hard disgusted look as though saying, “you naughty-naughty girl. You haven’t been brushing your teeth well!” Oh no!! But instead, to my surprise, it was a petite, pretty little lady with a smile that could grace any toothpaste advert effortlessly. She said, “My dear, how are you? What is the problem that you need me to fix?”... Sighhh...I felt better instantly. Phew!

The rest is history. The ordeal, was as usual unpleasant. I mean, how could opening your mouth for a stranger to see and poke with dangerous looking stainless steel objects that can drill and make holes in your mouth be pleasant? Regardless of whether she is pretty and has a smile that could kill. Really. She was a good doctor though, very gentle (well, she tried) and very thorough. Definitely one I would recommend.

The wisdom tooth? I still don’t get how it can be wise or make anyone any wiser! Well, it was badly infected (for a tooth that makes you wise) and needed some cleaning up plus two injections. The doctor put me on antibiotics and painkillers which should keep me sane till my scheduled surgery next week. I have however, decided not to worry about it this weekend, where I intend to have major la-la fun minus the yum-yum food! I’ll start the worry frenzy and the p*e in my pants drama beginning Monday.

In the meantime… Have a good weekend folks!