Dentists and me never see eye to eye. My first visit to the dentist was when I was 4 years old. Yes that’s when I had my first cavity 🙂 Thanks to be diet comprising of sugar, chocolate and everything nice. (PS: So I guess that tells something about my chocolate/sugar intake! 😛 ) I guess I will save that story for later, and I will jump to my latest visit to the dentist.
It all started with a Happydent. Yes, the same chewing gum, which is supposed to keep my teeth white and happy, instead it left me with a dent. Ouch! I had got this filling done in my second last tooth on my right side (what do you call those… molars?) anyways as soon I bit this chewing gum, the whole filling came out and for one second I froze in pain. I couldn’t scream or move.
I immediately rushed to Hosmat, the closest hospital from my M G Road office; the dentist peered into my mouth, which I struggled to keep open, because of pain. She injected local anesthesia, which put me at ease for a while. Then she used mirror and those tiny little tongs (don’t know what it’s actually called) and came to the conclusion that I needed to undergo a root canal. Damn root canal? That means 7 more visits across two weeks, which would involve grinding of tooth, filling of tooth, getting my tooth X-ray-ed and yes getting my tooth capped so that I have no further issues with that tooth. (Sheesh I was just seeing how many times I could put in the word tooth in that sentence!) The treatment sure promises to leave a Rs 7K size hole in my pocket.
You think everything was done with that? A big no I say! My lady doctor left the best for the end. As a parting gesture she told me that I have 7 minor cavities as well, which too deserve some cleaning. Oh groan rilly? Why couldn’t our teeth be made of platinum or titanium or something that strong? Why this feeble material called calcium?
More on my dental tragedies.. Soon…