I remember damn old days when I was in Primary school, the teacher of English walked in from the back door and she told us to write about an experience with the dentist. I wrote the best article or so I think, that was before I ever stepped into a dental clinic, before I ever had any teeth problems, I really loved dentists, the womyn even told us to draw the tools found in a dentist’s clinic and still I was proud to draw them even when I didn’t know what I was drawing, I surely failed this part…
Then came the time when I actually had to go to a dentist, the injection was metallic and I screamed my lungs out, I fought for dear life but I was just a little boy, granny hired men to hold me down, this I considered as toture and when we went back home, granny called me a coward and all I did was throw some few tantrums.
I hate dentists with a passion, I hate mouth injections even if they are meant to ease my pain, I hate that small machine that sounds like a drill but I love biscuits and sweets…
I had a dentist’s appointment yesterday, his name was Joseph a dentist that almost made me change my mind about injections and the drill, nice young man who joined the list of those I hate by profession, Joseph is my friend when he isn’t putting on the white gown and when he isn’t at his clinic. I went to the dentist just so I could get my paining tooth cemented, but the news I recieved shattered my small heart and I started shivering when he started pulling out those tools not because I failed to draw them in primary but because sight develops imaginations, I saw myself screaming even before I could scream, I closed my eyes and all I could see was the injection.
The worst part was when he told me that I had to keep coming back for 3 consecutive weeks and when he said he will do a surgical procedure to extract the abnormally growing wisdom
teeth tooth, my soul recieved a shock that either made me weak or strong, I am not yet sure, so I am to live these next few weeks cursing myself for having gone for root canal, I am to live these next three weeks thinking about those weekly mouth injections I am to recieve, sometimes I wish they still used the metallic injection like they did in 2005, it actually didn’t pain that much!
The dentist said I have to prepare myself mentally, and physically, as I search for the effort to prepare myself, I think I need a beer, because I almost can’t eat anything!
PS: Okay,but, I still hate dentists.