I do realise I might have misspelled the title.....
But yeah, there's that song/saying right? Dene waala jab bhi deta, deta chappar faad ke....
Well, I guess it must be true....works both ways.....Worked the bad way for me today.....
Lesee, hmm....
My piercing got infected.....AGAIN....yesterday....got all pus-filled and painful as hell, and ugly....and the boil broke today. Ick ick ick. Horrible.
I had to go to the dentist again, get two more fillings, only this time she gave me novocaine. Currently, half my face, from the center of my lip to my left eyebrow, is all numb. I have a terrible headache. And I keep biting my tongue because I can't bloody feel it.
And to top it all off, I broke a toenail, big toe of left foot.How? Trying to play football casually while on the phone. Got it bandaged, doesn't hurt that much really, it's just goddamed irritating that all this has to happen on one day.
Especially THIS one day, seeing that school ends tomorrow, and I'm off for what's hopefully gonna be a fabulous trek, to Manali, this Thursday.
The one above has amazing timing............
Showing posts with label dentist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dentist. Show all posts
Tuesday, 27 May 2008
Thursday, 31 January 2008
"Open Wide"
It never appealed to me, dentistry. Terrible job to do, looking into someone's mouth and scraping away the remains of their teeth as the smell of what they ate last wafts over your face. Ick.
And no, the dentist's chair never appealed to me either. It's a nice chair and all, a chaise longue, which, if circumstances were different, I'd happily fall asleep in, but no, this chaise has an irritant half-table thing with suspicious instruments attached.
I've always had that thing about the chair. Ever since I had to have some 3 extractions (crowded teeth, that wasn't the last of it) a few years ago, I've always kinda disliked the chair. Maybe it's something about holding my mouth open for long periods of time while someone (thankfully not a stranger, both the dentist's I've gone to are family friends) probes and pokes around my teeth with pointy objects.
And what I never want to hear from my dentist after she peers in my mouth : Baap-rey!
Shit. I resign myself to long hours of getting to know the chaise .
Filling #1. The probing begins. Scrape-scrape with my least favourite pointy thing.Observes a molar nearly out of sight, tch-thc. Suspicious object approaches mouth.
At this point I decide to put headphones in and lose myself in the music. Or at least TRY to relax.
Suspicious object enters mouth, touches tooth and starts horrendous drilling sound that all but drowns out the music. Not a pretty sound. Not a pretty feeling.I try to lose track of time as music and drilling fills my ears.
Over? good. I feel around with my tongue....Gaaaaaaaaah!!! Huge hole in my tooth!!
Proceed. She shoves cylindrical cotton things in my mouth, under my tongue, probes around with two mirrors and a suction thing and then goes on to fill in the hole she's just created.
Finally, it is all over. We then take a look at the casts she's made of my teeth. (NEVER wanna go thorugh that again. total suffocation.) I look glumly at the casts, pushing at the misshapen tooth alignment with my fingers, assessing what must go where....
Braces will come on in march. And stay for at least a year. Before that, I'll need two more fillings and then the obligatory four extractions.
Yup, I'm gonna know every inch of thatchaise
And no, the dentist's chair never appealed to me either. It's a nice chair and all, a chaise longue, which, if circumstances were different, I'd happily fall asleep in, but no, this chaise has an irritant half-table thing with suspicious instruments attached.
I've always had that thing about the chair. Ever since I had to have some 3 extractions (crowded teeth, that wasn't the last of it) a few years ago, I've always kinda disliked the chair. Maybe it's something about holding my mouth open for long periods of time while someone (thankfully not a stranger, both the dentist's I've gone to are family friends) probes and pokes around my teeth with pointy objects.
And what I never want to hear from my dentist after she peers in my mouth : Baap-rey!
Shit. I resign myself to long hours of getting to know the chaise .
Filling #1. The probing begins. Scrape-scrape with my least favourite pointy thing.Observes a molar nearly out of sight, tch-thc. Suspicious object approaches mouth.
At this point I decide to put headphones in and lose myself in the music. Or at least TRY to relax.
Suspicious object enters mouth, touches tooth and starts horrendous drilling sound that all but drowns out the music. Not a pretty sound. Not a pretty feeling.I try to lose track of time as music and drilling fills my ears.
Over? good. I feel around with my tongue....Gaaaaaaaaah!!! Huge hole in my tooth!!
Proceed. She shoves cylindrical cotton things in my mouth, under my tongue, probes around with two mirrors and a suction thing and then goes on to fill in the hole she's just created.
Finally, it is all over. We then take a look at the casts she's made of my teeth. (NEVER wanna go thorugh that again. total suffocation.) I look glumly at the casts, pushing at the misshapen tooth alignment with my fingers, assessing what must go where....
Braces will come on in march. And stay for at least a year. Before that, I'll need two more fillings and then the obligatory four extractions.
Yup, I'm gonna know every inch of thatchaise
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