“ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGH” I screamed as Dad placed the extraction forceps on one of my mandibular third molar, aka my wisdom tooth. I had actually planned on removing both my wisdom teeth on the same day, but Dad advised against it, saying it can be quite risky.
Risky is one thing, the thought of having go through the excruciating pain again for the other tooth was enough to put me off. Having a father who is a dentist, I grew up my entire left being fearless of the dental chair. In school, whenever we had our routine dental check ups, a couple of my friends would agonize in terror as they await their turn to visit the Dentist. It was a different experience for me, I wouldn’t allow the trainee dentist to do anything as I would often have to explain that my dad is a dentist and therefore I would get the necessary work done by him instead.
But the operation over the weekend has got to be my worse experience of all time. No amount of self inflicting pain (i.e – pinching my arm) could match or help me cope with the pain that was coming with extracting the wisdom tooth. It was so painful so much so I actually cried halfway and pathetically pleaded with Dad to stop.
The anesthesia did little work even with 2-3 injections to numb my gums. I gotta admit in my entire life I have never had to undergo so many injections just to pull out a stupid tooth, but I guess this was serious. At the end, Dad decided to apply a stronger dose of anesthesia which finally did the trick. I gotta admit, going in for the second time around (where he used the stronger anesthesia) was not something I was looking forward to. All throughout the day I was thinking of the pain and whther I should just cancel the whole thing and come back another time.
But the pain was also to great to bear. There were nights before this where I had to crush a couple of ponstans and take them just to cope with the profuse pain.
I’m just glad it’s all over and boy what a first dental experience for me!
