I HATE dentists! (Part I)

In my earlier post I mentioned the much dreaded word "toothache" and

5Xmom responded with:

"Wah...I hate toothaches and I HATE dentists. I hate dentist, I hate dentist...Ooopsss....I forgot, back to MG's blog."

then twinsmom responded:

"I HATE dentist!but I love my tooth, have to love them, otherwise they will make me miserable."

and 1+2mom said:

"I very scare dentist! So i very takecare of my kids teeth."

Note: Better brainwash my kids not to become dentists if I don't want everyone to hate them.

I have discoloured teeth, or more correctly, they're multicoloured. Hues of yellow, grey and brown. I was told they are that way probably due to some antibiotic my mum took when she was pregnant with me. Not my fault ok? I don't like sweets and I brush. We even had a dentist in school for regular checkups and they thought us the art of brushing during primary school. I remember standing in a field with my red kole and brushing until my mouth foamed but we were not allowed to gargle for 10-15 minutes, then *gargle gargle* and repeat. Yuck! Feel like gagging from the memory.

When I was 12, a dentist told me "Your roots are dead. We have to do root treatment." (*shiver shiver*). And so he took out all the roots from one of my tooth and replaced it with a screw to hold up that tooth. (Watch out! MG got bionic tooth).

I went on with my bionic tooth for another 10 years or so. One day, as a young working adult, I went to see a doctor for a simple cold and after checking my throat and having had (what must have been to him)a horrible close-up view of my teeth, the doc told me "Young lady, you should get your teeth fixed. With teeth like that for a lady your age, I am sure your confidence will be affected." Then he gave me an understanding smile. I felt like clobbering him or giving him a bionic bite but I just gave him a small smile (a smile that does not show teeth, which I had practised and perfected for years) and left.

I felt even more ashamed with my teeth after that I decided to fix it however much I hated the dentist. Thinking back now, its such a small thing to feel so upset about. Teeth only mah! What about people who have cleft lip or some other deformity or handicap. Its society which looks at people differently just because they are "different". Confidence should come from within oneself but I didn't know any better than.

And thats what spurred me on to fix my teeth. It cost several thousand Ringgit. Hey! At that time I only earned less than RM500 a month so several thousand Ringgit was big! (Come to think of it, its still big Now!) And I paid for it with my own hard earned money. (*ahem*)

Wah. This post getting long. I will talk about what happened at the dentist later lah. Now lazy.