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Planet-Black0psBzzzzt OW!
The title of this entry does not refer to some Michael Jackson phrase, but more like the sound of a tiny drill poking a nerve in my teeth.
Today, I went to the dentist for a filling. Ive never had something like this done before, but I was by no means nervous. If there is pain, I tense my fists, think of the strain going into my fists, and ignore the other pain. Seems to work each time.
I arrived, lay down on the dentist chair, and they started some initial check. "all's well" I heard. It makes a change when a dentist doesn't criticise your ability to clean your own teeth. So, next they informed me about the injection. Previously, I have heard people say how painful this is. What a load of tosh. It just felt a little awkward for a few seconds, until the entire half of my mouth was knocked out.
Whilst waiting for the anasthetic to completely kick in, they began drilling on the back of my two lower front teeth. Nothing major needed doing - just, I had missed a bit whilst brushing. This is where the title of this entry comes in. The drill was used right down the bottom of the tooth, just above the gum. After roughly half a minute of digging for gold, YOUCH! Suddenly, the nerves in my face decided to make themselves known. This was such a strong amount of pain that my jaw automatically closed, causing the drill to go into the weak flesh underneath my tounge. Ow, again. Although that pain was tiny compared to what just happened. After an apology from the dentist, I was told the gum would somehow cover that area of the tooth. It must have done. Drinking a cold glass of milk doesnt seem to cause any trouble.
Well, the filling went ok. I didn't have the car in which to drive home, as dad was using it. So, I power-walked home. This is just short of two miles, and I did not have breakfast. I expected to become weak and tired by the time I reached the top of Heol Hir (Its a street name in Llanishen) - translated, its "Long Road", Heol meaning road). However, I managed to get all the way home, a tiny bit breathless, but not bad for a programmer ;).
Today, I went to the dentist for a filling. Ive never had something like this done before, but I was by no means nervous. If there is pain, I tense my fists, think of the strain going into my fists, and ignore the other pain. Seems to work each time.
I arrived, lay down on the dentist chair, and they started some initial check. "all's well" I heard. It makes a change when a dentist doesn't criticise your ability to clean your own teeth. So, next they informed me about the injection. Previously, I have heard people say how painful this is. What a load of tosh. It just felt a little awkward for a few seconds, until the entire half of my mouth was knocked out.
Whilst waiting for the anasthetic to completely kick in, they began drilling on the back of my two lower front teeth. Nothing major needed doing - just, I had missed a bit whilst brushing. This is where the title of this entry comes in. The drill was used right down the bottom of the tooth, just above the gum. After roughly half a minute of digging for gold, YOUCH! Suddenly, the nerves in my face decided to make themselves known. This was such a strong amount of pain that my jaw automatically closed, causing the drill to go into the weak flesh underneath my tounge. Ow, again. Although that pain was tiny compared to what just happened. After an apology from the dentist, I was told the gum would somehow cover that area of the tooth. It must have done. Drinking a cold glass of milk doesnt seem to cause any trouble.
Well, the filling went ok. I didn't have the car in which to drive home, as dad was using it. So, I power-walked home. This is just short of two miles, and I did not have breakfast. I expected to become weak and tired by the time I reached the top of Heol Hir (Its a street name in Llanishen) - translated, its "Long Road", Heol meaning road). However, I managed to get all the way home, a tiny bit breathless, but not bad for a programmer ;).