Nightmare at the dentist

Honestly, I never quite understood why people would want to study dentistry. I mean, everyone is afraid to go to the dentist and he is perhaps one of the most feared person by any sane kid, next to the disciplinary teacher.

However, ever since I had braces on, visits to the orthodontist and dentist don’t seem that scary anymore and I had been faithfully getting my teeth checked annually without fail – until this one time last year.

I had a really bad toothache – I think my filling came out and there it was a gaping hole which was sensitive to everything. So, I had to go look for a dentist first thing in the morning and it being a public holiday, there isn’t a decent one around.

Now, now, I am quite particular really on which dentist I choose cos I hate the pain and pokes I have to go through. The least these people could do is be nice and courteous and gentle while drilling my mouth. I don’t mind paying more, but I really hate the pain and discomfort.

So, I went around the whole of Ampang looking for one on a public holiday with my bad toothache. Finally found one after almost one hour driving around. It was an Indian dentist and his clinic has been there for quite some time, so, I thought that it wouldn’t be too bad.

Wrong.

The nurse first told me that I had to wait for a bit since I don’t have any appointment. Okay-lar, wait lor, what to do? But then again, to my relief, she summoned me in not long after.

The moment I stepped into the ‘treatment room’ was when reality hit me. Two words came into my mind – ‘Oh, shit!’

The room was slightly larger than your normal dentist’s room, perhaps two-in-one. There were this row of dentist chairs, four in total, all lined up nicely.

Gulp. Reminded me of those during my school years! Some were occupied and I was ushered to an empty one by this short, balding, old dentist. Next to me was a Chinese boy with a terrified face. As I took my seat and looked over to him, he must’ve seen my terrified face, too. Jeez… so much for childhood trauma!

I was left for quite a long time while Mr Dentist attended to four patients at one go. He will peer into one mouth and poke into another. At one time, he even screamed at the boy – ‘Jangan nangis! Berhenti sekarang!’

OMMMGGGG!!!!!!! Really felt like leaving the room there and then but I think I must set a good example to the boy. IF he sees this aunty running out like a mad woman, I think he would’ve brought the place down by his wailing.

So, there was I, equally as terrified as the boy, forcing a don’t-worry-boy-it-won’t-hurt smile at him. When Mr Mean Dentist reached me, he asked me what’s wrong. So, I mumbled and opened my mouth for him to look. To my extreme horror, he snapped a picture and projected it on a tv, in clear view of everyone in the room!

My gaping-hole-in-the-mouth picture was left there for the longest time while I was also made to sit there as he walked around attending to few others, answer calls for the longest time and chat with his friend who dropped by to visit while poking into my mouth!

The filling was done after one whole bloody hour and since I also requested for scaling, I had to wait for another half an hour before I was attended to yet again. And to my horror again, the dental nurse who took my name actually did the scaling for me! I didn’t know if she was qualified to actually attend to patients but since I did not see her do anything to other patients, I guessed that she was asked to clean my teeth because it is something less ‘serious’ than others.

And as if that’s not bad enough, this dental nurse of his has BO – talk about bad experience! So, there was I, lying on the dental chair, her arms hovering over me – and with my mouth open, I don’t have much choice but to breathe through my nose. Gosssh…

As I walked out of the clinic, I swore to myself never ever to go back there again.

But then again…

I think I have been feeling some stinging pain at the exact same spot Mr Mean Dentist did the filling…..

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