Dental Misery (?) (Blog 261)

I turned 33, yesterday! (Meaning I’m in my early 30s… And when I turn 34, I’ll still be in my early 30s. THIRTY-FIVE is mid thirties). Did I do anything on my special day? Not really, I’ll be celebrating on Sunday (because that date’s easier for my family to make), so keep your eyes peeled for a fun and action packed blog on Monday! Those with super-memory will remember my dentist appointment I booked last January was originally after my birthday, but I later changed my appointment because the thought of extreme dental pain after the festivities would be a bit of a downer for me. However… for whatever reason the pain I just went through today, wasn’t quite as intense as last time. Am I getting tougher; was the dentistry less extreme; or are my teeth suffering from the obscure condition ‘lazy nerves’? If my pain detecting system is getting tired, I’m not going to care too much, but it makes you wonder what else is getting lazy. If my muscles are getting weaker, that means all the money I put in going to the gym would be wasted, and some of the machines are always out of order, anyway. It wouldn’t be so bad, but I think all that’s needed are new batteries. And as I said, lazy nerves are rare, if not made up.

Anyway, when I got to the dentist, I noticed a woman outside the building apparently waiting to go in. That’s annoying, I wanted soft leather seated comfort. Not to worry, the weather wasn’t bad, so I sat on a nearby wall, instead. Then someone else came along and asked if we were allowed to go inside. We were! Me and the newcomer went in and got told to go out again! What kind of sick games was the lady outside the building playing?? She knew EXACTLY what was going on, as she was no harmless passer by, she had her own dental appointment to go to. I saw her. Eventually, I got called into the building and was made to lie in the leather luxury, I craved. Not a waiting room chair, but a just as fancy patient one. I was asked if I was on any medication and I said I was on Clozaril. I was then asked if I had any medical conditions. ‘Oh no, another medical professional accusing me of looking for attention. My pet peeve.’ I explained I was taking the medication for a reason, and had I been looking at the guy’s face I’d have had a better idea what was going through his mind. I assume ‘smart ass’.

Soon enough the teeth-scraping/hacking began, and if it was anything like last time, it would last 13 minutes, the length of ‘Rime of the Ancient Mariner’ by Iron Maiden. I tried playing the song in my own mind for a couple of seconds ‘to help me through’ the ordeal, but I gave up as it was too difficult. I simply don’t know the song well enough to remember all of it from start to finish, and even if I could, I didn’t seem to get anything out of it, anyway. Except from maybe the pleasing thoughts ‘nice riffs’. As explained earlier due to poor blog planning (yep, I kinda screwed that up a bit, didn’t I? All I had to do was plan a basic sequence of events -_-), the pain wasn’t TOO bad this time, suggesting I’m super-human, maybe even a part/full droid terminator, but when everything was over, I did comment that ‘it really hurt’. To my horror, the dentist said ‘good’. Then he tried to cover himself by going ‘… good, good. All done. :S’ So, that was dentist appointment. All over now, and now my teeth aren’t brown, but a healthy yellow, the colour of cheerfulness. Bye!