Dentistry - Modern Torture at its Finest

Yes, as those mini-Einsteins/Sherlocks would have possibly cleverly deduced by now from looking at my blog entry... I just came back from the Dentist. Note the capital 'D'.

As these prodigies of clear, concise, and careful thought may also have figured out by now, it was a traumatic experience.

I used to think of dentists as pretty much harmless. Sure, they dug around in your mouth trying to keep those pieces of solidified calcium known as 'teeth' healthy, and basically terrifying the heck out of you while doing so, but you knew it was for your own good. And honestly, it didn't really hurt that much, did it?

Well.... at least it didn't for me, until today...

The only time I was ever scared or in serious pain with a dentist was in primary school. I think I was 10 at the time, and hell, that damned government-servant-type jabbed my gums with anaesthesia, and left the bloody syringe in place. Yes, there I was, a scared little 10-year old kid with this mother of a syringe sticking out of his mouth, while the classic example of moronic imbecility, the government servant, dug around in my mouth making witty comments to his fawning nurses.

"Ooh doctor, you're so clever!"

I swear, if I was bigger then, I'd have pulled the syringe out of my mouth and introduced it (the pointy end first) to various parts of his anatomy. The sensitive ones.

I'm lucky the only negative thing I took away from that traumatic incident was a fear of needles. Otherwise I might be a serial dentist killer, otherwise known as DR. CAVITY, striking terror into the hearts of dentists everywhere!

Ahem.

But anyway, back to today. The dentist was a friend of mine, Amy, and basically that made me quite happy, put me at ease, so to speak. It was a simple thing, I thought I had a cavity, and thus needed to fill it. I sat down on the chair-recliner-torture device type thing and it slowly revved back, with me looking up at the pretty lights and thinking happy thoughts.

My pleasant illusion was soon shattered.

Turns out I had a cracked tooth, TWO extra cavities (which I didn't know about until I foolishly agreed to an X-Ray) and I had a scaling thrown in.

And thanks to that government servant, I declined the jab in my gums this time. Oh the HUMANITY!

And the sad thing is, if I wasn't in such pain right now, it'd probably be funny. Hmph.

But thanks Amy, if you're reading this. I hold no ill-will towards you, you did a great job, and I swear I am not thinking of becoming DR. CAVITY once more.

I swear.

Ahem.