Wisdom comes from experience; so I had said two years ago.
Today at the dentist, my profound philosilophy was about to be negated.
When he asked me my age and I instantly responded with ’30’, it struck me that the reply to the age Q had flown as easily and naturally as the answer to “What’s your name?!” Did I however, feel 30?
I thought of pondering over this thought. You never know, maybe I’d have an epiphany or at least some material for my next blog!
Before I could put on my thinking hat, I found myself on a chair with an apron being put on me, an array of bright lights turned to my face and the deadly weapons dramatically being laid out on the table attached to the chair.
It was nearly there, the attack… It would happen anytime soon. The dentist put on his gloves, took his position, grabbed the first weapon and went for the kill.
P.S. The dentist isn’t part of some maniac torture camp. He was really nice and gentle. Infact I’ve realized how often we don’t give doctors the respect they deserve! Cheers 🙂
Without my glasses, you’d think I’d barely have had any vision but you know how these things work! You always see what you shouldn’t! The injection looked monstrous and as it came closer I started trembling! He asked me to sit still with my mouth open but it was getting difficult, especially knowing that the needle was a millisecond away from piercing my gum…
My eyes were hurting from squeezing them so tight in an attempt to keep them shut that by the end of this mission I’d probably be left with slits like Voldemort!
“Aaaaaaa…” I screamed as the needle hit the spot and some of the liquid squirted out of my mouth. He paid no heed and aimed once again.
Fifteen minutes later, the right side of my face was numb and I was fifteen minutes away from becoming dumb.
According to Google, the informal meaning of ‘Dumb’ is; ‘simplify or reduce the intellectual content of something’.
The mission in question this evening at the dentist’s was the extraction of my wisdom tooth i.e. reduction of my intellectual content. Hence, the reference to ‘dumb’.
Flashback.
I don’t remember when I got my third and final set of molars because honestly I’ve never felt any extra wiser than I was at 17! 😀
As a child, I never had any major dental issues except the occasional filling. I always desired braces or retainers because I believed it would make me stand out, look cooler or something! Also because my cousins had them on and they could choose to have colored rubber bands! I had imagined purple ones on my teeth 😛
It was only later I learned to be thankful for the straight clean teeth that didn’t require dental assistance except for the one root canal treatment that I survived!
A few months ago the pain began. Wisdom was proving to be a bane rather than a boon. On consultation the dentist recommended removal of the tooth and we decided to take a second opinion but the two filling sessions with the second dentist made little difference.
Two days ago while I was munching on some bhujiya I heard some clinking noise! I separated the bhujiya in my mouth and spat out the odd one out. Turns out it was the cap of the operated tooth! 😀
To summarize,
Tooth 1 – Wisdom tooth (bad roots)
Tooth 2 – One with a hole (damaged by the wise one)
Tooth 3 – Root canal operated (cap falls off)
Finally the dentist decided since sooner or later the tooth needed extraction, why not go for it today!?
Process: Weapons in – weapons out!
Cut cut cut – incision made
Loosen – (it felt like a bottle opener in action)
Remove – I heard the ‘crack’ sound and a second later the ‘ting’ sound of the tooth hitting the surface of the container
When he asked the assistant for a pair of Tweezers, I had to suppress a giggle! Till now the equipment that I used on my eyebrows was suddenly a so called ‘weapon’!
Then came the scissor and thread making movements that were almost rhythmic! With that last cut I was finally sewn up and soon out!
As he was explaining to me the post-surgery recovery procedure, I took out of my pocket the cap of tooth 3 that I was carrying around like a souvenir! Ta-da!!
Tooth 2 and 3 shall be fixed in due course of time but I’m sure, rather hopeful, the treatment won’t be as challenging as today’s!
Challenging because, once I spat out the ball of blood-soaked cotton that he had fixed and the effects of anesthesia began to wear off, I was faced with the real deal. Extreme hunger + The taste of blood = Dizzy spell
Anyway, with pain comes gain; Icecream!!! Thankfully medical shops near us have the stock even during this lockdown and rightfully so because Icecream is just as perfect a remedy for Dental attacks as chocolate is for Dementor attacks! 😀
So yes, tonight I’m short of one tooth and I stand corrected – Wisdom goes with experience 😛
C.A.: Confused Aquarian 