Nerve-wrecking Dentist

Oh my good golly! I swear I'll be religious abt brushing, and visit the dentist regularly, and taste of minty Darlie all the time. If you read my last instalment, I had to go fix this crown over a molar. But alas there was this nerve infection and it became a root canal treatment instead. To the lucky all of you who don't know what that is, it's basically a process to remove the dying or infected nerves in the tooth, before crowning it. It was an interesting idea of a nerveless tooth. Oh blammy.

The anesthetic jabs around the tooth didn't work, and between holding my breath and trying not to die from asphyxia, and trying to catch THE expert's cheem lingo abt acidic pH from infection inside the tooth is much lower... jazz like that I cldn't hear above all the gassy sounds... ok well, then THE expert took a look, and decided to give 6 jabs in total (!!), 2 of which went directly INTO the nerve zone. It brought new appreciation for the phrase "to hit a raw nerve". Thereafter there were lots of scrapping sounds apparently from fine needles clearing out the nerves.

Ok, the visit was absolutely educational, cos all along I thought nerves were this lines that ran beneath the tooth. So I had this visual image of drilling through the tooth and snipping the nerve. But haha, then I was told nerves were actually in the middle of a tooth. Amidst the equipment sounds, THE expert said something about "rocks stones" in the nerve, which I later found out were calcium deposits as part of some bodily self-defense mechanism. And oh, bet you didn't know that nerve can have pus? It was absolutely bordering on gross yuckiness.

THE expert announced those discoveries with some tinge of pride and amusement like a school boy in a lab, while the patient was just dying in the chair. Yucks! Right, I shan't gross people out further. Back to days of mush and porridge diet. I'm now the #1 loyal fan of 3-in-1 cereals and instant mashed potatoes. Sigh....

Sensitve Dentist

On a melting-hot bright sunny Sunday afternoon, the sort of day when one should be out there getting toasted on the beaches of Sentosa, I had to make a dreaded trip to the equally-dreaded dentist. There was this nagging tooth throb that I thought I should nip before my next climb or else be jabbed with painkillers in the cold mountains. So I bravely made an appointment with THE tooth expert, who took a quick look and said he'd need to do something about the tooth, and that I'd two options - to jab a local anesthetic, or bear with it. I asked if it'd be painful, he assured me it'd only be "sensitive". I took the jab nonetheless. And was I glad. Even after the numbness set in in half the mouth, I could feel him boring down on the tooth, and was so tense my back was off the consultation chair. I might as well have been at gym doing abs workout. Imagine what "sensitive" would have felt like! Thank goodness for the invention of anesthetics. Halellujah. I couldn't help wondering if they told pregnant women the same thing about feeling "sensitive".

So THE expert had to remove the fillings to check the beneath. Turned out I'd bitten on something so hard that penetrated the fillings (which are supposedly to last you for 30yrs!), and cracked the tooth and touched the nerve. Ouch x3. And that could have happened within the last 3-9mths, which could have been anything. Anyway, he refilled it with some temporary stuff, and said I'd need to fit a metal crown over it to prevent splitting the crack further. And meticulously went through all the options, one of which was to just wait til it totally split and extract the tooth. But then an old man doing that with a whole row of missing teeth could fix in dentures, whereas young lady like me would have a gaping hole... Wow! It was sales pitch at its most subtle! I was auto-pilot from then on, from asking questions to fixing appt. Haha.... Ok, no more gory details. On a porridge and little-chewing diet for the next few days. Thought of doing a detox while I'm at it, but then I just couldn't resist those choc cakes and meat.... *Grin* I guess I'll just bear with that "sensitive" feeling, THE good expert would have been proud of me. *LOL*

The Tipping Scales

The Tipping Scales

The scales have tipped!
Finally they beeped
An annoymous 2-kilos
Jostling to say hellos

In frenzy mode the brain retrace
Possible culprits for the case
Muscle mass the mind consoles
Helps in reaching summit goals

The pants differ, it spills over!
Prata, choc-chips take cover
Midnight suppers I confess
Sweet indulgences for this mess

As the dessert crevasse beckons
And self-rescue will weakens
Retail therapy's worth a fling
Out I went to buy a purple sling

The scales have tipped!
I don't care if they don't dip
The next Oreo won't ring a bell
For in Nepal, I'll bid farewell....

It Only Gets Better

It Only Gets Better

I thought I was strong
But I was wrong
When I look in your face
My defenses melt

I thought I was upset
But not for long
When I stare in your eyes
My anger quells

The tenderness in your face
And love in your eyes
Will thaw my icy mask
And hush the raging gale

I close my eyes and yield
In your reassuring whispers
And shielding hugs
I surrender

It only gets better…