I wonder how i failed to notice from the past 18 years that one of my front teeth ( incisor ,- I think that is what it is called - after all , studying biology for 4 years helped me,... i hope i spelt the name right..) was tilted by nearly 60 degrees. Another hard blow that i got was -- 4 of my molar teeth have been displaced slightly , by slightly i meant a centimetre..
Alright, I haven't chosen an eerie topic to write about - but trust me it is essential for you to know every microscopic detail to get a better picture of the trauma that i went through..
I had ( mark my words.. i said i " HAD "- past tense) a peculiar interest. i deserately wanted to get a bracey smile -- plainly to experience the feeling - that bizarre sensation.
My mind was all set. But it was not a cake walk. It was an uphill task to persuade my mom. She's mentally prepared to go to any GODAMN specialist but never is she ready to go to a dentist. i could never comprehend as to why she had this dentist-phobia. Mind you - She never had any bitter experiences with an orthodontist or for that matter she never sat before one..
After a prolonged tittle-tattle with her , she was left with no choice but to give up.. I felt like a grade 2 kid who was given his favourite toy..finally i can go to the doctor.. YOoHOooO!!!!!!!!!
Interruption - If you " think " that i am out of my mind, u'd better " STOP " thinking..
The next couple of weeks i was very busy..I had too many queries.. reagrding the best doctors and clinics.. FInally i found one..
One fine day i drove to the clinic . I called it a " fine " day with a reason..According to my grand mom that blessed day and auspicious time were perfect for any minuscular deed to be successful. At last, I stepped into the main ward. My eyes took a quick look aound the place. I accept that i am a little finicky about hygiene - Step into my shoes , i assure you that you will feel the same way and react to the situation the way i did.
As i waited in the lounge foe the doctors call , i saw a boy yell with pain..That high pitched sound was enough to get me back to my senses..My heart started pounding hard. This time it was not because of excitement - the reason was completely opposite. I didnt know that dentist-phobia was contagious; for a split second an abnoxious thought cut through my mind. Did i make the biggest mistake ever? Should i reconsider my decision ? I looked at my mom's face, but in vain. she returned a skeptical look. That expression on her face worsened my feeling. I had no other go. Now that i was already at my " Once upon a time most awaiting place " - i had to be patient. A million thoughts were revolving in my mind. I had to live upto those basic manners drilled into my tough shell. Obviously i couldnt run away from there.. The most easy option was totally ruled out..
Adding to my already existing pain was that " evil smirk " on the face of a lady at the reception. She sat in her chair, her face resplendent with joy . It appeared as though she loved to see children cry in pain when their teeth are pulled out.. It was creepy. I felt as if my mind was transparent. Could she read every single feeling of mine? Was she trying to scroll down my "mind-page" getting utterly bored working on her computer??
Were my feelings displayed in words , did they vanish and sink in to my forehead once she read them?? Mind boggling questions freaked me out completely.
Had it not been for the doctors call that got me out of that " spooky " ocean of thoughts, i would have probably convinces my mom to become the patient. Huh!! Poor Mom was saved.
Contrary to my expectations the doctor was very meek and gentle while handling with his patients..I shall conveniently skip the part of describing the procedure af how those metal chunks were stuck to my teeth. And you know why?? That is because i was preoccupied with something else while the doctor was performing the operations.. I was " praying " . My eyes were tightly shut while those sophisticated tools did wonders!!!
After half an hour i could sense a lot of metal in my mouth. I considered myself fortunate, all my teeth were intact..atleast that was what i felt. Otherwise i would have had to witness another "smaller version " of a hammer being dug into and out of mu mouth in 10 seconds..ofcourse i am not awaiting a session like that.
At the end of the so called treatment the doctor was polite enough to ask me how i felt. My terse reply was " For how long do i need to bearwith these wires ". Though i didnt answer his question he laughed his head off.. He knew what i meant to say.
