A Trip To The Dentist
“Hello Mr. Nemec, how are you doing today?”
“OK, I guess.”
“Well, you don’t sound very excited to be here today.”
“Is anyone ever excited to be here?”
And then the torture began.
I had my first major dental work done on Tuesday, and granted it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be, but it still sucked.
Somehow, I’ve never had any major issues with my teeth. I’m sure I could have treated them better, brushed them more, and I’m sure smoking doesn’t help them. But, besides my two fillings from years ago, I’ve never had to have anything more than a cleaning. Until now.
Somehow I chipped a molar while eating. Well, maybe chipped is the wrong word. One of the tips broke off. And while you cringe I’ll add, “Yup, it hurt”. But stupid me, who has always been scared of the dentist, decided that once the pain went away to not think or do anything about it. Well, the time came when the pain came back and I had to do something, but now it was worse than ever.
About three weeks ago my tooth started to hurt, just a little after eating or drinking something cold. Nothing to concern me, because the pain would only last a minute or so, then go away, and it really didn’t hurt that bad. After a week of this it started to get a little worse and I started having to take Tynanol. That’s when I knew it was time to see the dentist.
After having my tooth checked out, the dentist’s assistant told me I need a cap on my tooth. I really didn’t want to know what that meant, but she told me anyway. They were going to chop off the top of my tooth, clean it out, and put a cap on it. Sounds fun doesn’t it. No you say. I was thinking the same thing.
The day finally came where I had to get the work done. Not looking forward to it I tried everything to get out of it, even going so far as to start a fight with my wife and blame it on the extra tension of the dentist. After she was finished laughing she sent me off to my demise.
When I got to the dentist office they informed me that because three of their nurses were pregnant they would not be able to use gas on me. I nearly walked. But I knew the pain of the dentist would be nothing to the wrath of my wife if I came home with nothing done. So I sat in the chair, they shoved needles in my face, and I proceeded to drool on myself.
My dentist offered me wireless headphones for his TV to hopefully distract me, so I wouldn’t notice the drilling that’s going on inside my mouth. Let me tell you, when the headphones don’t work because the dentist’s head, which is in your face, is blocking the signal, the distraction is rather pointless.
All in all, the dental work went well. I didn’t feel anything and the whole thing took less than an hour. Now I have a plastic tooth in the back of my mouth that I cant stop playing with. The moral of the story, or at least the point, well, there really isn’t. It’s just another day in my boring life.
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