Dreamscape Ascension

This is a backtrack post - meaning that it already happened but I was just too lazy to write anything about it. Basically this is about something some unlucky young adults (such as I) suffer - impacted wisdom tooth (or in worse cases, teeth).

The little bugger has been giving me problems since I was seventeen. Dull aching pain that lasts for a day or two every 2-3 months of which painkillers (Panadol does not help at all) does not soothe, and makes people feel like smashing their jaw with a mortar (from the mortar and pestle - the stone ones we Malay use) or a big rock, whichever you prefer. A few of my friends suffer from the same ailment - and they know my pain.

Eventually during the holidays after 3rd year I decided - enough is enough - I'm getting this bugger pulled out or it will be the death of me someday (and I was worried if it would kill me during exams). So with my 'newly-acquired' driving skills I whisked myself to the nearest dental clinic, which was hey - just 5 minutes drive from home.

After an X-ray and consultation with the dentist, I decided that it's gotta go. He scheduled the surgery (minor, but yeah) for the next day. Now, I have never been near any of these sterilized steel instruments save for during Surgery Posting; so being on the receiving end of these instruments is a bit daunting. And you know how cartoons depict dentists as evil people? LOL.

I couldn't sleep well that night (partly because of my messed up circadian rhythm) but I dragged myself to the clinic the next day anyway and almost fell asleep through the procedure (seriously). After being given anesthetics I felt one quarter of my mouth becoming numb in the next ten minutes. This was further exaggerated when I was asked to rinse my mouth and I could only feel one side of the edge of the cup. The other side somehow felt like it magically disappeared. (I know, I'm so lame.)

So a bunch of instruments that sounded like it was scraping my bone, and a few pushing of my gums later, my tooth was out. I didn't even feel it, frankly, since I had my eyes closed the entire time. I only felt like 'Oh, okay, this is a surgery' when I was asked to rinse. Blood! Of course I'm not haemophobic, but still, I was like 'Gah, that's part of my gums going down the drain'.

After that I closed my eyes again and I hear the familiar clicking of forceps - the kind with the locking mechanism. Before I knew it there was a thready feeling in my mouth (the other half of my mouth sensed this). And the first thing that ran through my head was 'OMG there's a suture in my mouth. A frickin' Catgut.' A few stitches and a gauze later, I was done. All in under one hour.

So the doc asked me whether I wanted to keep the little bugger. The answer is an obvious yes.

My right wisdom tooth, compared to the size of a 50 sen coin. It's pretty big to fit in the rest of my mouth, really.

The funniest part of the post is now here, for you who endured the boring details of above. When I got home my mom wanted me to go to the bank for some business. She had to send my lil' sister to school, so naturally I had to go alone. There was a bloody (seriously) gauze in my mouth, and half my mouth was still rather numb. So I went up to the counter going, "I wannaf bankf inf somef moneyf." You can imagine how funny this sounds like. I'm surprised the lady at the counter didn't laugh at me, and I left the back as quickly as I came in.

Last words from the dentist? "Now you have to worry about the other one." Thanks a lot, doc. >_>

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