Nothing But The Tooth

Dentist I was at the dentist’s yesterday. It wasn’t one of those social calls, you realise, I was in pain. I have a condition many refer to as “sensitive tooth”. It actually has a more technical term, but you don’t get to know that until they have stuck some funny strip in your mouth, asked you to bite hard and cautioned you on how it “may be a ‘little’ uncomfortable”. You have got to love the professionalism of the service sector.

So anyway, I went to see the dentist yesterday. Great guy, incidentally, the only thing I have against him is the amount of pain I suffer at his hands. To be fair, its actually my fault. I like stuff that has a reputation for messing up teeth. I brush my teeth and all, but whenever I visit the dentist, he pulls out this big ass mirror and shines this light as bright as the sun into my mouth and points out that I missed a spot. It goes without saying I am usually deeply offended, so he proceeds to present this little hook ended thing and then he digs into my mouth. At that point, a section of my tooth dramatically transforms into tiny food residue. I’m not exaggerating. I tried to skip meals and feed myself only toothpaste and toothbrush bristles, but that shit didn’t work.

I concluded that either;

  • my teeth have magical powers and can transform into food when they feel like it, or (more likely)
  • the dentist actually sneaks some food residue onto his little silver toothpick when I am shielding my eyes from the rays of his portable sun.

My visits usually involve conversating for a while, then we move on to the anesthetic bit during which a flavoured cotton bud is placed on my gum to create the illusion that only good things are happening. Shortly after that the syringe, which to be honest looks more lethal than any I’ve seen, is introduced. It’s a very brief meeting between gum and said syringe, because syringe is easily excitable and spits when done.

For a while nothing happens. Nothing serious anyway, but soon the numbness sets in, apologising for taking its sweet time about getting there. My gum wonders what he heck just happened and then my dentist returns with his business face. Which is generally his regular face with a mask that suggests that he doesn’t want stuff to squirt on him. You know, like blood.

I’m still not panicky at this point. Then the a suction thing comes in to play. I can’t imagine how someone got this idea approved. Granted it’s necessary and all, but shit, all that sloshing makes me want to gag. And I can’t because I have this stupid thing stuck in there. (shut up! do not compare this to that sexual act!)

I am still not panicky. That is, until the drill rears its ugly noisy head. That messes me up. I honestly think that on top of the flavored cotton bud of numbeness, dentists should provide ear muffs or Ipods with Celine Dion music. The drill sounds like an angry troll.

To help soothe my nerves, the dentist and I conversate during this whole thing. Well, he does most of the talking and all I can do is try to mumble.

After what seems like a day or so, the ordeal is over and I am left with a puffy feeling face and some dread at the prospect of having to come back soon.

Sorry, I keep derailing, yesterday I went over to see the dentist, and after we identified the cause of my discomfort (yes, we! it was a collaborative effort, he used his fancy machines and I squirmed!) it was decided that I need a filling and some RCT.

I figured I knew what the first two letters stood for, but that last one was bugging me. There was no way it would be THAT obvious. It was. I am due for Root Canal Treatment or Therapy. Don’t know when exactly, but I’ve been asked to stay off the alcohol, just in case.

My brother from another mother says I should take it lightly. I seriously don’t know what he means. I know that complications arise from this shit, but it is through no fault of the tooth’s owner.

Baz says I should have the damn thing yanked out. I honestly can’t see why not, aside from, you know, developing some odd speech impediment which has me sneeze everytime I utter a word with the letter “T” in it.

Let’s see how this goes.

Philosophy 101
Is “taking matters into one’s own hands” the politically correct way of saying “masturbating”?

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18 Comments

  • Baz Reply November 20, 2008

    Pumps and a bump! Pumps and bump!
    Socks in the pumps.

  • Carlo Reply November 20, 2008

    Socks. Just because I can.

  • Carlo Reply November 20, 2008

    Baz you’re a cheat! You didn’t even read the post.

  • the antipop Reply November 20, 2008

    thank you. Now i will never go to the dentist’s

    and i will never look/ hear about that sexual act the same again

    awesome diet the toothpaste and bristles that

    ugh! the whole food in the mouth thing/ on teeth thing! does that happen to all boys? because they can be sure i wil not be doing the whole agape love thing of kissing and making up!

  • Miss Cheri Reply November 20, 2008

    Socks!!! Yes Baz and Carlo…anyone CAN and win socks. Anywhere…anytime.

  • Baz Reply November 20, 2008

    I so read the post. I sped-read the post. I just had nothing else to say.

    My comment is already there in the post itself, you see.

  • Carlo Reply November 20, 2008

    Cheri you’re a wisher. And you just reminded me I need to go to the dentist Ivan. I’m going all drugged up just to be sure.

  • Mudamuli Reply November 20, 2008

    Hate dentists. Had two RCTs. The RCT goes on for some months because it is done in phases. Was so expensive had to pay in bits and the second tooth he did for free and by force. Had no idea it had a problem. Supposed to have one wisdom one removed so that it does affect it’s neighbour the RCTd one but I’m afraid.

  • Mudamuli Reply November 20, 2008

    *doesnt

  • The Emrys Reply November 20, 2008

    dude you want to take “matters into your own hands” or do you regularly take the matters into your own hands :mrgreen:

  • lulu Reply November 20, 2008

    eeeh baz, but he is right…. l like the emry’s question, so let us know what you are actually doing

  • Tandra Reply November 20, 2008

    RCT… ask me about them…. months of experience… 🙂

    taking matters into your own hands 😉 thats al im saying

  • petesmama Reply November 20, 2008

    Well technically, unless your willy is named “Matters”, then I guess not.

  • Baz Reply November 20, 2008

    Shakespeare 101:

    “For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a bare bodkin?”

    You know?

  • Ivan Reply November 22, 2008

    @Antipop: it happens to all human beings so, yeah, you can run but you can’t hide.
    @Cheri : What?
    @Carlo : I hear drugs spoil the experience…for the dentist
    @Mudamuli : Coincidence. I am also getting a neighbouring tooth filled, don’t know whether it’s a do one get one free offer. Don’t want to be offending such peeps
    @The Emrys : Can’t a person be philosophical anymore?
    @Lulu: I am only being philosophical
    @Tandra: I plead the fifth
    @MamaPete: I swear! You are deeper than Baz is!
    @Baz: See above

  • eddsla Reply November 23, 2008

    😆

  • Apr9 Reply November 23, 2008

    LOL Petesmama….. 😕
    I’ve been terrified of dentists since i watched that movie where the dentist used to rape his patients.

  • Erique Reply November 24, 2008

    :mrgreen: i read the post

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