Dentist Story / Not for the Fainted Heart
Two days ago I’ve decided to remove my wisdom tooth located at my lower left jaw since it’s been giving me problems for quite a while. Needless to say I was horrified. Most of those who had them removed heard a few horror stories about permanent nerve damage or dislocated jaws. And then there’s the fact that it’s a big fucking tooth and there’s pliers involved. So here I was brave like a lion..
At first I tried to stay calm and relaxed but the closer I got to the big day the more anxious I became.. Constantly wondering what if..
And there I was lying in a dentist’s chair with my mouth open and my arab doctor holding pliers in his hands. I close my eyes and grip tightly onto the chair and the doctor goes on to do his bloody work. All I feel for the the coming 30 seconds like he’s trying to pull a brick out of my mouth by turning it left and right. He suddenly stops and says to me..
- I’m sorry. The tooth is too difficult to pull out. I’ll have to refer you to the hospital.
For a second I stare at him blindly unable to express my infinite horror..
- Just kidding!
The doctor lifts up the pliers and shows me my tooth.. What a fucking sense of humour..
