My visit to the dentist….

Well this isn’t anything new as in my life I have visited a dentist more than I ever visited my grandparents! (A little exaggerated… but now you get what I mean!) Well we can safely say that I am an uncertified dentist owing to my vast experience.

The purpose of visit this time was surgical extraction of my third molar (in simple terms extracting my wisdom tooth). As I have been through this before I knew what to expect, yet was a little scared considering the prolonged time it takes for recovery.

After leaving early from my office I headed first for Subway (I wouldn’t be able to eat anything great for a week, so this is acceptable). After a hearty meal I headed for the dentist and reached on time. As I entered I heard some other guy undergoing the same treatment. How many people end up with crooked wisdom tooth, I wondered – probably a depiction of our crooked lives (philosophical me!)

The moment I sat in the dentist chair, he asked me to open my mouth wide and injected one of those local anesthesia. Once it was numb enough the doctor and his assistant shoved some hundreds of instruments in my mouth as if it was a gold mine!! Then using his sophisticated instruments he started meddling with my teeth as if they were a marble and he, a great sculptor! not to mention in the process I suffered some small bruises and scratches.

The worst was he was giving a running commentary about the whole extraction process (I really wonder how this can be a common habit across dentist fraternity?) “Good that we created an incision in the gum beforehand, otherwise while extracting this deep rooted tooth, there would have been a danger of jaw dislocation….” He went on and on with passion, forgetting that I could here everything and understand it too! I said to myself “Why is that the dentist never wants to remove the tooth that is decayed and the one that he extracts is one of the most healthiest tooth?” another question I continue to wonder…

After some half an hour more I left the clinic minus one wisdom tooth, a swollen cheek, a giddy myself and loads of medicines to pop! The only good thing of this trip was I ate lots of ice-crème.

For the next two days I did nothing but pop those numerous pills, put an ice-pack on my cheek and sleep like dead – I slept for nearly 15 hrs :). Now on the road to recovery I hope the dentist is kind enough to say, ‘everything is well’ and hopefully this is one of my last visits to a dentist – atleast for a long time!