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Dentist Pain
Going to the dentist is high up there on my list of things I dislike. There is simply no joy in someone jabbering at you while hands rummage in your mouth. It's been almost five hours since my visit, and despite some attempts at killing the pain, a dull throb (actually not so dull) persists. I knew dental disaster awaited me weeks ago when my tooth chipped. Before Dr. G said it, my gut remembered what usually followed a chipped tooth (a filling breakoff predicted the need for a crown). If only it were regal, but there's nothing royal about the treatment.
And so today I braved the chair, happy with the initial numbing. But then the drill goes and goes, the taste of metal as the pieces fling in my mouth reminds me of what is truly happening in this small space of my mouth. I can feel bits of pain as the drill goes deeper, but th,e dentist and his assistant immediately revert to I'm some child, telling me "how good I'm being." Well fuck, what am I supposed to do with some tool near my tongue (flail wildly). No, I am docile, even though I want to scream, shut up, don't chatter at me because I can't chatter back.
