Thursday, December 29, 2011

Dental Virginity

Not sure where did I gather my courage.

Had my very first dental visit. Phew!

My memory on dental experience is solely during primary school times, when we had dental check-up once or twice every year for free. Oh well, not an official dental check up I supposed since the "dentist" who inspected our teeth, I suspect, was nursing trainee. >.< I won't be surprised if anyone had a bad experience with them cause they were generally rude and impatient. :( We was poor little kid back then. But I was a bit tad lucky so far no bad encounterment with inspection or with my teeth. #truestory

In addition to inspection, we would have a teeth-brushing coaching session. LOL! This is hilarious when I flashed back the good old times where kids like us would be told to bring our toothbrush and toothpaste to school on particular day, led down to field or somewhere spacious in school compound, then the whole class would brush teeth together (and of course spit together) hahahahaha! with the nurse standing in front holding that "big teeth" and huge "toothbrush" demonstrating the right way to brush teeth. #likeapro But I am not sure how effective the coaching session was.

My teeth have not been giving me much problems since young (touchwood!) not even when those primary teeth fell off. We had our own way removing those primary teeth #likeapro. :D The only one who had experience with dentist at youngest age is my sis. Now I doubt if she would have phobia cause I remember it was quite scary for a kid back then. I haven't heard any of my friend going for dental check-up regularly (I suspect nobody go for it except for wisdom tooth removal cause the pain is simply killing). I heard too much of wisdom tooth experience and all of them are damn bad. #horror So I decided I want to figure out about my teeth before my teeth start giving me unbearable tortures and having the need to use dentures.

Damn panic while waiting for my turn. Especially when the drilling sound kept coming out from the dentist's room. =.= I almost want to back out but I know my mom will kill me. I heard too much of painful experiences and they kept haunting me at the moment. Why I so stupid "volunteer" for this fear-factor task. *scratch head*

Oh well, things turned out quite well I think. Perhaps I met a kind and polite dentist. (even though he talked very fast as if he was rushing for the next patient =.=) You bet there should be no good news sigh! The first question he asked was when was my last dental visit. I told him it was during my primary time #fml So as usual, being professional he started "lecturing" that dental check up must be done in every half or one year. But I am sure no people do that diligently lo! Except for dentists' kids. LOL! My teeth are left surviving through those sweet and rocky food all by themselves for more than 10 years or so. If they are found still perfect at this age, it will be too miraculously untrue.

3 decaying teeth and guess what my best friend is here too! In fact there are three of them! No wonder I am wise all the times. #fml Apparently the wisdom teeth grew out and now squeezing my molars. >< Causing gap in between molar and wisdom teeth and my food always stuck in the gap. #disgusting That's the reason why I wanted to do a check up cause the leftover is very annoying and I don't want to be caught putting in toothpick in my mouth publicly after every meal like my parents. #disaster Sigh! Apparently, the only way to stop this is to make myself retard. *just joking Again the only way to get rid of my widsomity is by surgery which surely cost a bomb. @~@

Done fillings for the decaying ones, which can be painful, *ouch*and my dentist suggested me to go back and contemplate whethere I want to consider a surgery or wait til the wisdom teeth start to decay and they will signal me with the unbearable pain.

I heard that some people don't have wisdom teeth (this is so unfair!) and some people have no issue with their wisdome teeth. I wish mine will just stay peacefully and decay with my body and bone when I died wtf.

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