Clean marble tiles. plush couches. the stink of medicine.
I experienced none
of these when i first entered the dentist's chamber. My first visit to a dentist
presumably marking the begining of a long journey towards orbit chewing
gum like teeth.
I did know that a genetic teeth problem persists in my family. and i also
know now that i should have been more careful with my gums.but as the
dentist put it- "oh you're a 'little' late but no problem we'll have it fixed in no
time". so he poked around in my mouth a little, tch tched and finally
announced after what seemed like an eternity that i might not have a bone
in there..!! and my heart sagged further down into my stomach. and then he
said i might need a flap surgery.. what the fuck is that? my heart decided to
do a double flip right then. i think THAT is when i lost touch with reality and
tuned him out, tuned all of them out.
Then came the blood test, the clotting test and the x ray. the last blood test i
remember taking was five years ago when i was definitely of stronger
material. i didn't see the clotting test coming.The Man pricked my ear and
for the first five seconds i kept brushing his hand aside until he told me
what he was upto. the x ray was fun- after it got over.Me, being paranoid
personified when it comes to such things i thought the machine would crush
my head and it's radiations would ruin me forever! i departed from the
machine with no noticeable scratches on either of us.
I left the x ray with the almighty dentist with a heavy sigh and a heavier heart all the while thinking of the poem Roald Dahl wrote about the
crocodile and the dentist. only that i didn't feel upto eating the dentist or
letting him believe i was capable of that.
I await the results. Hoping that there won't be a lot of nicotine in my blood,
Hoping i won't have to go through with this. But knowing somehow that
there's no turning back now.
The appointment barely lasted twenty minutes but i know that the mention
of a dentist or even a slight hint of one will always leave a funny taste in
my mouth.
Sunday, 10 June 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment