Twice a Year Trauma Drama

If there's one thing I hate and especially particularly dread...it's going to the dentist. Absolutely hate hate hate! Every 6 months or so I will gather enough courage for my scaling and polishing not because I want to but because I have to. Sigh, I am not blessed with a straight set of teeth but uneven ones. Food particles tend to get stuck more conveniently thus welcoming the build up of cavities easily so if I don't make a visit on schedule the next time it will be double the torment! In which I really don't need in my life. I mean who needs this in their life?!

Know what I dread most? The bloody noise from the Ultrasound Scaler!! Yeah, that's what it's called. I asked my dentist today for the exact name so I can curse it correctly, curse it by it's name. It's eeevvvil! It's the invention of the devil! The drilling sound that comes out from is just simply excruciating! Feels like it can drill into your soul and ignite your every fear. And the fact that you'll feel tiny ant-like bites in your gums when it's doing it's thing adds to the trauma. Blogging about it now gives me the jitters and I can still hear The Scaler in the distance. If it were alive, I bet it would be chuckle and grin wickedly to itself, basking in glory for successfully causing me anguish and pain. Making me bleed at that. You darn thing!

I did resort to bringing a discman a number of times but enjoying my music didn't last very long unless I wanted to leave the clinic half deaf with ringing in my ears. Well, the feeling of your teeth all clean and white and ready to be polluted again does make you feel good for the day, it's a compensation I guess.

Anyhow, till my next drilling session be gone with you The Scaler! I have no fear in you! Sniff...at least from now till January 2006. Sigh...Gonna be a life long relationship. Me and The Scaler. Love to Hate it. Hate to Love it.