I Hate My Molar, And I Wanna Die!
Hello there good people, I’ve been a bit “kurang sihat” these past two days. You see, I got one of my “molars” (the 2nd “molar” on the top left side, see pix) pulled out and as a result (actually once the anaesthetic injection worn off) my body temperature shot up; all of a sudden I was down with “demam” and I can’t do anything for days.
I decided to just get that tooth out of my system after suffering this indescribable mega-severe, ultra-extreme tooth-ache two nights ago. I can’t sleep a wink, sometimes I have to walk around in circles to lessen the pain and even a 3-DVD box-set of Ghost In The Shell – Stand Alone Complex (the first season of the Japanese TV series) can’t get me through the night. It was hell.
And so the very next day I went to see my dentist, who actually scolded me since the last time I saw him was 3 years ago! Being scolded when you have this pain exploding in your head was no fun, but I kept my cool.
After a bit of probing into my mouth, and an x-ray, Dr. Gerald said I have two choices. The 1st option is to keep that tooth (part of the wall crumbled already lah) which means I can do “root canal” (to deaden the nerves) and reconstruct the tooth to its former glory. The other choice is to just pull it out and get it over and done with, in short “kill the fukking fukker lah!”
“Doc, I heard that if you take out your upper molars, the nerves will affect your other wiring in the head, so your eyesight may be affected,” I probed. “What nonsense! No lah. The only side effect is that you can’t no longer use that tooth, because it’s no longer there!”
“So how much will it cost me if I decided to keep that tooth, do the “root canal” and all that complicated thingies, Doc?”
“Well, ummmm. Root canal, reconstruction, and all that… ummmm. I guess it would be around one thousand eight hundred ringgits,” Dr. Gerald smiled.
“Okay, Doc! TAKE THIS BLOODY FUKKING FUKKER OUT!!!!,” I yelled!