Growing pain in my teeth...........

After going through my friend blog i really got inspired.I decide to write something that i experienced in my life.

I knew it was coming slowly but steadily,I could feel the pain growing.I could here my consious laughing at me tauting me.Smug but true, though I tired to ignore it.So at last, I dug my own grave as finally, in the dead of the night I had no choice but to admit deafeat. It was early morning when i appeared at my parents bedroom door, clutching the side of my face I've got a splitting tootache "I broke the news to them", sad faced.

Sunday morning was not a good day to reveal such information. My breaking news prompted my mother to fish out her book of home remedies which are always handy.I'm not fan of pill popping, so I was hoping for a miracle cure which didnt involve any medication.But yet again i was disappointed. Finally i popped a pain killer. My father reminded me that I had mentioned something about aching tooth a couple of days ago, so why hadn't I taken an appointment with the dentist earlier? I had no answer and just looked at him with worried expression but the damage was done.

This was going to be one long day. And so it begun. I started off with washing my mouth out with disprin. It brought no relief and wasn't going too well. There should be a law against dentist being closed on sundays, I though fighting the urge to find nearest wall to bang my head against, I spent entire day feeling sorry for myself.But as one of my friend told me the next day, times have changed and technlogoy has improved. His words but I would still want to be unconscious during any procedure which involved my teeth being stabbled at with pointy instrument that had wiring sound which makes you shudder and squirm in wardly like a person scratching his fingernails along blackboard, but over million times.

As I got appointment for the next day evening. The thought of pain being delt which was comformating the procedure itself was other matter altogether.As i waited my fate, I flicked through some magzines and studied the article.Eventually my name called although I tired to stop myself, I felt my legs grag me up automatically. As I entered the patient's room my gaze swept over the instrument lying nealty and tray, which shown like radar screen. I sat down, a wave if dreadful anticipation surrounding me.I first looked at then X-rays were taken.

A plastic smile on my face, dentist started speaking,I held my breath thinking here it comes. But nothing had prepared me for his words.
"Your teeth are just fine," he said.

I started stared at him, stunned.Good joke. Now could we get on with it? He beamed at me, his current statement still standing.He started to asking question about my acedemic n ignoring what real damage done with my teeth. o was just looking at him sad faced but when once again he repeated my teeth is fin, I glared at him. I had just wasted a good many hours contemplaing on how truly eveil dentist were and how they enjoyed the first jab they take hour sensitive gums.

I was shown my X-rays of how my teeth went to my sinus and some other medical talk.I nobbed dumbly as he rambled on. I was kicking myself on the inside but at the same time felt the tide ebbing, mt ride on the wave of diaster was coming to an end.But as later dentist reveal the truth about my treeth that my teeth become week n cruch so i have to undergo with filling n whirring my teeth.I was like become shocked when i heard that but dentist gave me hope that it will moth that i will recovered from this pain my teeth will also be balanced.At first in wiring the teeth i felt lil pain after that it went fluently as after months.I felt much better, then and went to dentist as he examined my teeth n took the whirring and instructed me that I had to used mouth wash daily n protected my teeth...here my story comes to end..