There are just two things on the entire planet that can psyche me out. A dental problem and an eye problem. And unfortunately, today, I had a rather terrible experience with the former. Some problem in my gum propelled a visit to the dentist. Well, some things you just need to do even when you would give your right arm to keep them at bay....sigh! So, there I was, on that huge chair, my mouth wide open, counting my every breath, I was so sure I would miss some!
You know I have this terrible habit of asking the obvious. Every two seconds I would ask the dentist, 'will it pain?', 'will it hurt?'...Gosh! What was I doing? Expecting the doctor to say,'No, Sweetie, it wont....u'll feel like you're having an ice cream!!' Of course it'll pain, I could almost see the doctor shouting at me, nostrils flaring at this terribly irritating girl that, unfortunatly, happened to be me! I'm sure he was itching to wring my neck and end all problems, future and present!

Well, anyway, the process began without much struggle on my part..I need to maintain some semblance of dignity, don't I? After all, I am a grown up girl, even if I have to strain myself to behave like one. However, no exaggeration here, it was indeed painful. It is only when you're sitting at that ominously enormous chair, with that glaring light staring at you, those sharp and scary looking instruments all ready to invade your mouth do you realise ( atleast I do, because I always need to learn the hard way!) why you ought to have taken better care of your motiyon jaise daant, and why you have should have used the Laal Dant Manjan...alas! Too late...you're already at the anvil, and this cobbler is surely going to set you(your teeth in this case) straight!

While I was busy cursing my luck and thinking how terribly unfortunate and wronged I was, and why the whole world must now sympathise with poor 'ol me, there came this old lady to get her teeth extracted, three of them infact! Boy! Was she scared! For the first time ever did I see someone actually shiver and shake with fear! Her bosy quivering fro head to heal, her teeth stuttering incoherently. Somehow, her pain gave me the confidence to bear my pain. Surely, it was'nt bigger than her pain? And I could'nt allow my confidence and my strength to fritter away, infact, spill it with my very own hands? No, I could not and I would not. I braved the rest of the session without as much as a grunt (ok, I'm lying here, I did continue to grunt, but far less!). Tomorrow is another similar session at the dentist's...and what am I thinking now? Like Scarlett used to say, I'll think about it tomorrow!