So, my Mother always has had problems with my teeth. So, I hvae regularly been to dentists of all kinds , shapes and sizes.
They have all told me that the upper denture is very pretty and the lower is useless but then I have toothy smile where only the upper denture shows , so no fite karne ka types.
So, yesterday also, I was taken to another dentist. As I lay on the chair with the huge white light and doctor peering inside my mouth, he said these few very casual words to my father," Doc Sa'ab, yeh ...yeh waala dekh rahe haina..iskoh toh nikal dete hain....ummm..and yeh waala bhi"
I immediately get up," Lets go Dad'
The doc pushes me back," Lets NOT go, beta!"
And then I sat there dressed in blue denims and my pretty white shirt totally distressed for the next 20 minutes wherein I just sat and said 'NO ' in a variety of tones, expressions and gestures.
But then it did start making sense..as in like he said that this is not really going ot be cosmetic, if I leave this the way it is right now, 99%, by the end of the next five years I would be getting multiple root canals done.
And many more such statistcis were thrown at me.
And they all made sense.
Which was worse.
So, I said a dejected 'yes' and the dentist almost gave a whoop of joy and my Dad told me that he had fainted when he had seen a tooth extraction for the first time.Neither of the two reactions helped me at all.
As I prepared to lay down once again, the dentist said," Thats like a nice baby"
So, local anasthesia was to be given, Dad first injected me on my arm to make sure that I was not allergic to the medicine, once that was done, I just closed my eyes and started humming a song in my head. My father would keep coming again and again to check my heart beat.Hehehe..he was more tense about the whole thing than I was.
So, then it started *sigh*
It was mostly painless..I guess it was scarier to see it happen that it actually was which is why my father kept coming to me, to hold my wrist to chek my pulse rate.
He would then turn to the dentist and say ," She is behaving well under anathesia, her body is reacting well".
To which the dentist would reply " Ohh, yess yess, Doc Sa'ab, she is doing just fine"
The injections were weird and the pulling and extraction was ..umm..not as bad really....
As I finished with it, I was given specific instructions about stuff.My lower jaw felt swollen real bad, I could not feel any part of lower jaw and was not allowed ot speak much.
Last night was rather bad..as the bleeding would not stop.
But I am OKay now,next in line will be braces..*sigh. sigh*
But then I am in my city for the next 4 months minimum and in case I do not get through Bskul then that would increse to 6 months if I have to work..so the braces are supposed to last not more than 6 months..so I guess it iwll be okay!
Till yetserday things were differt and today I sit on my computer , early in the morning with my lower jaw hurting just a tiny bit and in general feeling weird.
So next six months=loads of visits to the dentist.
After six months= very very pretty teeth:) ;)
After 5 years= no root canal!
And yess!! All ye people who were concerned about my teeth coz I brush them so often, abb toh rahe hi nahe daat!! Abb kahe ki chinta !!
*crooked smile jismein lower denture ke 2 missing teeth become very apparent!*