Teeth

I'm an oral hygiene type of person. I judge people through their teeth. It doesn't have to be perfectly aligned, or of the same size, but you have to keep it clean and clean and cleaner. 

Ironically, I hate going to the dentist. 

This afternoon, I visited my dentist for my first of four root canal visits. I am almost certain that inch-long needles were coming in and out of my tooth. It was a really expensive treatment, and I'm sure my doctor charges extra since she works at St. Lukes. 

But I have to give her credit, she saved one of my molars some six months ago, she replaced my molar crown with something harder, and calls it a "mutant" tooth. So if I chew on something hard, this crown will protect my real tooth from breaking. The process costs P4k. Compared to my previous dentists, she has really light hands. And she is really nice. So I'm sticking with her for a very long time. 

Now, this root canal has really gotten into my nerves, LITERALLY. I sat through an agonizing hour of anesthesia, pricking pain, throbbing gums, swallowing blood purposely for breathing. I tasted chlorine, blood, and saw a few smoke coming out of my mouth, probably from the nerve-killing laser procedure. But the pain felt good, like muscles hurting after working out. Pain for the better. YEAH!

But I know this pain will pay off once I'm through with my root canal. Three more visits, and my teeth will be better. And I can go back to judging people's oral hygiene. 

Watching Eat Bulaga on my dentist's cool tv attached to my chair, somehow eased my nerves from the procedure. 

Bras yor tit goys!