The first day of October marked the first step to my bracing journey. From now on, it's also a no turning back issue anymore.
I was supposed to work half a day before rushing down for my extraction surgery. In the end, due to extreme tiredness and anxiety to separate 4 of my teeth from the gums, I sms to cancelled work & look forward to going NDC for my appointment @ 2.30pm.
My mom, out of goodwill and support, decided to accompany me to go for my first visit to tooth extraction as it was also childrens' day.
To cut it short, i hate the surgeon.
1) By the time i entered the damn operating room, its nearing 4pm (i had the 2.30pm appt)
2) She din bother to explain things properly to me and din appreciate my cheerfulness
3) She din try to assure me although i'm no longer a kid anymore
4) She just say "I'm going to inject the anaesthesia now" and raise the huge injection needle to show me.
5) She din tell me how many times she going to poke the anaesthesia into my gums
6) She poke poke poke until very happy, a total of 8 times
7) After anaesthesia, she WALKED off to see another patient.
8) I had to lie there waiting, for god knows how long, with my whole mouth numb and eyes & body wrapped up in the ready-for-op attire.
9) Her fav quote "Open ur mouth bigger"
10) After the op, she left faster than anybody else.
11) I reached home only around 6pm.
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