Trauma or Drama?
Day 1: Eeewww, and there I am sitting in dentist awkward positioned chair. Doc: How have you been girl? (Assistant hands over my past record file) Oh, long time. You visited last time in year 2008. Me: (Calculation going on in brain: 5 odd years, I murmur: and you had some opportunity loss; a patient visiting after long intervals is not a good sign). *Grin* Doc: (Examines) Hmmm …where are your lower wisdom tooth? Not yet grown. Upper ones are cavitised too. Ok, we need to take x-ray for tooth 5/6 and then decide whether it will go for Root Canal or I can save it by mere filling. Me: ( Nodding) Hmm, pls see if this sandwich filling would relief my pain. I don’t want it to turn into root canal. Cavity: I have taken you into my trap, Girl! This good looking doc can’t save you. Shell out some money; I have befriended all the docs! Com’on, Its business!! Doc: (Xray is done) Beta, Open your mouth! Inserts all sort of instruments, hits the cavity tooth, does temporary