Friday, September 20, 2013

Signs that I wasn't dreaming.
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Just received a really cute elephant sling pouch from the artiste that I was a minder for during my internship! Feel so thankful and blessed. Thankful that I am appreciated (I guess?), and blessed that I got the internship.

Perhaps I have used all up my good luck for the year when I clinched the internship. Cos this year is a terrible year for my teeth department. I mean, it's never good, but this year is absolutely terrible.

Yesterday marks the 4th time I've visited the dentist this year. And mind you, that before this year, the last time I went to see a dentist was 7 years ago.

I was happily brushing my teeth on Wednesday night and the old filling for one of my back bottom tooth came off. But I knew it was going to come off sooner or later, cos it's 10 years old already and for the past few months the filling felt loose.

So anyway I went to see the dentist on Thursday, expecting it to be a relatively pain free session of doing my filling, but well, how fun can it be when there's no surprises?

So the dentist told me "your tooth is truly dead. There's an abscess which means there's an infection. We have to do a root canal treatment now"

There was one million thoughts that ran through my head, but I could only verbalize this one: can I listen to my music?

They are lying when they assured me that it's "pain free". I guess cos my "tooth was dead" so I didn't get any anesthesia. But thinking about it now, the pain is not excruciating. It's the kind where I'll squeeze my eyes shut for abit... that's all.

It's more of the mind that's playing tricks with me. Imagine yourself trapped on the dentist chair and see those weird metal instruments disappear into your mouth.... I kept seeing this really long needle thing going in and out of my mouth and the dentist was like doing this weird hammering action... In my mind I was like "how is that needle thing going to fit into my gum."

But it did fit into my gum.

I really feel very proud of myself for surviving this... ordeal.

* pat myself on the back *

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