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The One about the Wisdom Tooth Operation

Thursday, September 25, 200810:43 PM

*Warning: This is a pretty wordy and lengthly entry. Skip if you don't have time*

It started with an sms when i was on my way to the clinic:

"What time is yr appt tdy w/lee dental?"

"12pm today! (: Why?"

" Going there for lunch at the nearby coffeeshop."

"Oh Okays! (: I will drop by to say hi if I see you ok? (:"

And then some time later, when i was walking in,
I heard a loud honk and saw my dad waving at me.
Whee! Great timing was what crossed my mind.
As I all along thought he just came for lunch since his office is in the district.

But that's not all: He dropped by to tell me: I am here to support you ok, don't be scared.
And followed by a sms before I went in.
"Dont worry. I will be with u shortly."

And then after all the 2 awfully painful injections for the numbness to take place, my daddy was back to check on me and he said to my dentist:

: I don't want her to go back alone in case she feels groggy.(which i did) She is still my baby girl, so I am here to fetch her home!

*GRIN like MAD* double awesome news!
Especially when he is SOOO busy these days, I was happy to see him finally taking a self proclaimed day off to rest.
And the last time he accompanied me to the clinic was way back in Sec 1, and this made me feel really really happy! ((:

And then came the most disgusting part of the whole procedure.
If u think its the surgery and the drilling itself, you are absolutely wrong.
I am too seasoned to dental operations after my first brace treatment when I was only 11 yrs old.
And the fact that my dad is just a room away somehow gives me a sense of reassurance.

Its the 7 painkillers and 1 gastric pill i had to take.

Seriously, if not for all the nice nurses who helped me break them into smaller pieces, I would have died on the spot.

I almost resorted to calling my Dad in to help, as he always does it for me in home.
(Yes, I know i sound like a pampered child. But only when it comes to swallowing pills ok. I just have this stupid phobia.)

Drilling and removing the tooth was a breeze with the anaesthetics.
In fact, it was abit too easy and fast because I thought they were like still doing all the pre-surgical cleansing, when i felt them stitching up my wounds.

Then came the bad news from my orthodontist:

My teeth is spongy, unlike normal people. ): *sighs*
And it also explains why I am more prone to gum disease etc.

He was shocked how easy it was for him to cut off a layer of bone to get to the wisdom tooth, when normally he takes eyons to drill.

):
Where was the time when my primary school dentists used to praise me for having amazingly strong teeth?
):

Now I hate myself more than the fats i piled on these couple of days.
And the worst thing is, this is highly likely hereditary.
Tell me, how to change genes.

Labels: family, rantings, yay

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