The Chair of Pain
To me, a visit to the dentist is sometimes like making a yearly Confession. I know I have to do it, but yucks, its going to be painful. But I’ve brushed my teeth regularly (and said my daily prayers) - do I really have to face the chair (or the confessional)?
It was an act of minor heroism to step through the dentist’s doors. Hissing tube goes into the mouth … high-pitched whining scaler … a blinding light … bespectacled eyes looking down. Aargh! A stab of pain! I conciously try to relax, but my back remains tense, my mouth opened aghast. Its a silent scream, but the dentist says that I must bear with the pain.
OK, so I haven’t visited the dentist in more than two years. And I’ve not been flossing either. Does it have to be so painful?
It was excrutiating, but this dentist was good. My teeth felt really clean, and the stains were gone. Again, like a good confession…
This is a new dentist. The previous one in Yishun refuses to take appointments, so its a mad rush in the mornings to get a queue number, and depending on your luck, it could be a ten-minute or three-hour wait. Being able to schedule the torment helps a lot!
I’m due to remove my wisdom teeth, and I’m dreading the inevitable. Ughs.