My sweet tooth...
"My little Tim, can we do this now?" my lady dentist in white latex
glooves implored, dangling a pair of tongs in the air. Her white labcoat
buttoned halfway from the bottom-up barely hugging her hi-low African
print-mesh dress. Damn, she had curves, a serious glance and a dimpled
smile! Her hair well plaited and pony-tailed. I liked her still yet
small voice.
"Yes ma'am," grinning, i made up some bravery in my voice. I dread the thought of what she was capable of on a pain-drained wilful patient that i was.
She paced across her meticulously clean and well arranged room. Pulling a drawer here, clicking some metals there, turning on a fan and sterilizing her tools of trade. Tuning the radio set, turning the tap at the sink by the wall, just turning on this and that...the rather dull morning room life changed for the better.
I lay on a slightly slanted operation bed with a pulsating heart, chilled blood, stiff limbs, a bad tooth and a sweaty brow.
Waiting, watching her get on with her routine chores. I was her first patient that morning and her constant glances and smilles calmed me. The cold bed and the hospital odour hanging in the airl can make an ill person sick and weak-knead.
She picked up some tweezers, anaesthesia, some syringes, needles and some cotton wool in a platter and placed them on a table beside me. She lit scented candles. The cool in the room almost lured me into sleep...The lovely lady pampered my forehead with a spiritted cotton woll, "Relax. It will soon be over," she startled me from my light nap with a whisper.
Hovering to reach a bed-knob (Oh my! Docs make mistakes...the view from below - the cleave!) she gracefuly lowered the operation bed i lay on and switched on the overhead flashlights. ;-)
"Fungua...tuone!" she sweetly ordered, smiling at her 'willing' patient.
:-):-):-) *more smiles*
Things were happening fast.
...
Why did i smile back at her? In came some anaesthesia directly shot at my right upper premolar tooth-gum. The injection...
In seconds, i became numb. Peace. No pain.
I yawned, stretched out my arms and lay back calmy in total bliss of no pain. Tweezers and tongs came knocking at my mouth. She was swift and easy to work with. She dug deeper and held on...to the bad tooth. No hussles, she'd seen many like me.
What followed next was a half hour of much tweezing, pulling, shaking, wiggling, pushing, rooting up, twisting, cutting, drilling, pulling, blood...pressure in the head.! At last the demented tooth, all intact! Sighs! The void! Teary! The Oohs! Ouchs! and Aahs!
;-( *teary*
...
That's how i lost a sweet tooth, notwithstanding the pain and aches on end! The last thing in my mind, after that bloody interaction was to exchange our contacts. I swear we did not smile at each other at that point, but we do smile and hug as much, whenever. ;-)
If there's Hell, this was!
Every time i see patients file at the sickbay waiting to see the dentist, i shudder!
If Hell will be this painful, i allready had a foretaste; i change lanes. Take care of that tender sweet tooth.
I will take Heaven.
"Yes ma'am," grinning, i made up some bravery in my voice. I dread the thought of what she was capable of on a pain-drained wilful patient that i was.
She paced across her meticulously clean and well arranged room. Pulling a drawer here, clicking some metals there, turning on a fan and sterilizing her tools of trade. Tuning the radio set, turning the tap at the sink by the wall, just turning on this and that...the rather dull morning room life changed for the better.
I lay on a slightly slanted operation bed with a pulsating heart, chilled blood, stiff limbs, a bad tooth and a sweaty brow.
Waiting, watching her get on with her routine chores. I was her first patient that morning and her constant glances and smilles calmed me. The cold bed and the hospital odour hanging in the airl can make an ill person sick and weak-knead.
She picked up some tweezers, anaesthesia, some syringes, needles and some cotton wool in a platter and placed them on a table beside me. She lit scented candles. The cool in the room almost lured me into sleep...The lovely lady pampered my forehead with a spiritted cotton woll, "Relax. It will soon be over," she startled me from my light nap with a whisper.
Hovering to reach a bed-knob (Oh my! Docs make mistakes...the view from below - the cleave!) she gracefuly lowered the operation bed i lay on and switched on the overhead flashlights. ;-)
"Fungua...tuone!" she sweetly ordered, smiling at her 'willing' patient.
:-):-):-) *more smiles*
Things were happening fast.
...
Why did i smile back at her? In came some anaesthesia directly shot at my right upper premolar tooth-gum. The injection...
In seconds, i became numb. Peace. No pain.
I yawned, stretched out my arms and lay back calmy in total bliss of no pain. Tweezers and tongs came knocking at my mouth. She was swift and easy to work with. She dug deeper and held on...to the bad tooth. No hussles, she'd seen many like me.
What followed next was a half hour of much tweezing, pulling, shaking, wiggling, pushing, rooting up, twisting, cutting, drilling, pulling, blood...pressure in the head.! At last the demented tooth, all intact! Sighs! The void! Teary! The Oohs! Ouchs! and Aahs!
;-( *teary*
...
That's how i lost a sweet tooth, notwithstanding the pain and aches on end! The last thing in my mind, after that bloody interaction was to exchange our contacts. I swear we did not smile at each other at that point, but we do smile and hug as much, whenever. ;-)
If there's Hell, this was!
Every time i see patients file at the sickbay waiting to see the dentist, i shudder!
If Hell will be this painful, i allready had a foretaste; i change lanes. Take care of that tender sweet tooth.
I will take Heaven.
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