My Visit to the Dentist

I barely made it for my noon appointment at the Int’l Clinic, yet I still had to wait “for two minutes, sir! *goofy grin*” (I’ll get to that nurse later..)

It started with two tiny stings in my gums, then lots of drilling, grunting, tapping and whatnot. I was fine except for the fact that the nurse didn’t use the suction much, so I reflexively swallowed much of my own crap that the doc dug outta my tooth. I really wanted to smack her, at one point the doc got impatient with her.

It was my first root canal. And man, did he root me. Sounds kinky, eh? You dirty-minded buggers.

After about an hour’s work, I probably washed my mouth out with 5 cups of that green fizzy stuff to get the crappy taste of burnt tooth and whatever gunk that remained. I got to admit, the doc was pretty good, he managed to deal with a pretty difficult one and the poor dude broke into a sweat (thank God none of that dripped into my mouth!).

Now the anesthesia is wearing off and the side of my mouth is thumping along with my heartbeat. This is going to be an interesting experience, good thing the doc said the rest of my teeth are healthy, won’t have to go for more of that anymore. The whole procedure in all was painless, didn’t feel a single thing. Only the buzzing feeling (like nails on chalkboard) when the drill was digging into the tooth.

Note: If anyone needs a bear with a sore tooth to bite someone’s head off. Call my hot line or drop me an email, I can resist the painkiller for several hours to do the job.

~ by Я on April 20, 2008.