teeth verse me - Part II

There are so many things piled up in life and the New Year is going to start just around the corner. Loads and loads to catch up in life, specially one special thing called My Blog. Couldn’t think of writing something new without paying due respect to my dear tooth :).

Well the fight was still on and there no change I was going to win it this time. Went to the dentist next day with the same egg in my mouth. They tried there level best not to make that “iieee” face and instead try to make a sympathy face, but then when you are in so much pain you try to take as much sympathy as possible. This time a more experienced doctor is called in, I feel special, i got something serious, “experienced dentist”. He takes a look at the situation then says only way to cure the infection and swelling is to treat the tooth but cannot perform root canal as the infection is too sever, words scroll in my mind “severe infection”. I don’t care do whatever you want, I did not want to spend rest of my life looking like chapatti, which has blown up from one side but not from the other as the dough was too sticky.

After few more what we are going to do, what better for you and how much it’s going to cost you, they decide to take out the tooth. I was winning I was going to hit my enemy right at its root, guess it did not see it coming. They ask me to have something to eat as it will be a while since I get to eat normal again. I wait, each tick of the clock taking me closer to winning the war and finally the bang.

They take me to the other side of the building, sit on those dentist chairs, candy pink in color, I don’t get it, is to mock at the patient for eating too much candy?? Well this is not the first time am in this chair, old memories rush back into my mind, of the pain, terrible pain, injections, I hold on to the chair tight. Doctor walks in or rather a surgeon as they call him, as me to open my mouth check which bad teeth needs to be taken out (yeah baby who is winning now).

Now the most dreadful and painful situation a person can be in life, he fills the injection with anesthetic, I close my eyes and it hurts, ah is all that could come out of my mouth. Then there is this silence as if mourning for the tooth that is going to die, my tooth was given a higher priority over me, death with honor. Then the real war starts, surgeon is struggling with the teeth, it’s not ready to come out, I try to shout in pain but they care more about the teeth now, teeth is giving a tuff fight not ready to come out that easily, surgeon tries harder now, buy this time am trembling in pain, nurse had to hold my feat. Dead silence, surgeon quickly puts two stitches on the empty space left by the tooth. They don’t show it to me they take it away, even though I must be celebrating my win I feel like a loser, I miss my teeth.

After several ice packs and fading anesthesia effect, I can see a wide gap between my teeth; I can feel the air enter my mouth if I do EEEEE, and my tongue just keeps poking it as if a young kid who does not like jelly and keeps poking it’s finger into it making faces. No aarad and aaut (that’s hard and hot in mallu) and brush for 24 hours. And keep popping the pills, it was “severe infection”.

This is how the war ends between my tooth and me, I never get back to be normal, I can hardly chew things from that side now, even it appears in the photos, brush always slides into it and it’s hard to hold water in your mouth. But I have to move on with this gap not only in my mouth but in my heart too.