There will always be things that compel us to do as what we do. We go to parties to booze up and spend a good time with friends and possibly meet a like-minded person who can be a friend or a buddy in other ways , we go to work to deal with our jobs and accomplish things in a day’s work. I go home with different reasons every night, say to cook my packed lunches for the whole week, host a coffee shenanigan with friends and most times be by myself and get a rejuvenating rest.
My dental scare has caused me too much pain and cost me 3 weeks of antibiotics. My dental visits has become a regular thing in the past month, the first 2 visits was not much of a threat until I was advised to get an extraction. I need a compelling reason or that something I can look forward to, as if torturous tooth and gum aches isn’t reason enough, I need something I can enjoy even for a while. Waking up early today, I’m all but terrified just thinking of a needle going through my gums, a couple of hours with an open mouth garbling words while I try to tell the dentist how my gum feels. And then I thought, the dental chair is quite comfy, I’d like to have a piece of furniture that has a contour of a dental chair. It is now set, I’m compelled to see the dentist if only to enjoy the comfort of the dental chair.
I never got used to going to the dentist, I remember most my dental visits during the time my milk teeth were starting to fall off and permanent ones began to come up. That’s how rarely I go and most of those times, I run away and hide. I probably extracted most of my front teeth, I just really couldn’t pull out my molars. Had I discovered back then that the dental chair was sooooo comfy, today would have been less of a nightmare.
Three vials of anesthesia and painstaking uprooting, the culprit has not surrendered. I could swear I have not seen the screwdriver-like tools before, the tools they used to loosen the culprit of its roots. It’s too tight on the bone they had to drill and crack bits of it but nothing helped. The anesthesia was wearing off quick, they say its because I get nervous much while all that time, I was thinking to myself “they know what they’re doing.” I guess my tolerance for pain is not above the pain I have to endure. Now, I have another week of religiously taking antibiotics before I rest my back in agony on that dental chair .
No alcohol and no staying up late. It looks like my menu for the week will be compose of soups from grandma’s recipe.
Tata for now to weekend debaucheries! I gotta be alcohol-free.
Thanks much Kath for coming with me to the dentist today, sorry for what you had to hear.
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