I always hated the idea of going to a dentist. Sitting with my mouth wide open while the dentist flashes lights and pokes the teeth with fancy instruments, is cringe worthy. But you know what they say the more you runway from something the harder it tries to catch you.
I was 21 and innocent when I started getting severe headaches. Obviously I self diagnosed it as a tumour. Never in my naive mind could I have ever imagined it to be something as deadly as a wisdom tooth. It didn’t stop at one. I got all four of them together to form a party inside my mouth. I figured I should be playing chess with Stephan hawking with them being “wisdom teeth” and me having all four at 21. Sadly, I’m told they have nothing to do with wisdom. And to think I was at the brink of genius-ness!
I will never forget the day the doctor told they needed to be extracted. My world turned upset down. I liked my teeth. I was pretty fond of things the way they are. But the dentist said they needed work. I hated dentists I guess they hated me too because now i had to undergo teeth construction! So I wrote down my will and testament and got started.
And here I am now with my fate sealed, endless visits and one sided conversations in the most dreaded chair. Which, let me tell you, doesn’t discourage my Doctor at all. He keeps asking me questions like I’d actually be able to form coherent sentences with a drill machine in my mouth.
My lower teeth were impacted-that’s when the teeth are too lazy to be in upright position. Normal teeth are straight like pointing at 12 on the clock. While mine pointed at anything but 12. So they had to be surgically removed by grinding the bone under which they hide and then sealed up with stitches. It’s exactly as horrible as it sounds. I couldn’t speak for days. They may have taken my speech but they”ll never take my voice. Never! Anyway, That’s how I ended up writing this.
How I miss those days when the dentist was just a concept I hated from afar. I’ll never have a 32-teeth smile ever again. Visits to the hospital are an every week occurrence now.
Remember when I told you the dentist told me I needed to remove them? Well the last time I went for a post-op checkup, the other dentist asked me why I got them removed in the first place, they were fine!
You know what I learned from this experience? Never say out loud what you hate. Universe has a funny way of sending exactly that your way.
On that note I’m just going to say that I was just kidding. I love dentists. So much that I’ve decided to even start dating one! 😬
(sending that message out to the universe please have mercy and save me from further construction in my mouth)