I lost my wisdom!

Today, let me tell you about my loss. I lost my wisdom at around 11.10 in the morning that too around 40 km away from home.

The procedure began at 11 in the morning. The shot of the local that knocked down the sensation on my right part of my mouth including the tip of my tongue, made me sense nothing other then a feeling of somebody trying to stick a tooth pick between my teeth.

The final two minutes, the time when the doc manipulated the tooth with pressure, I nearly screamed out aloud. I even thought I should just jump out of the table and run. But I knew there was no choice.

The verbal anesthesia he instilled, held me on to the chair. Every time his hands made a move I felt it deep in my jaw bone as if it’s going to split into two. Finally at the end of the second minute, I heard a “click” from some where near my right ear and that was it. He changed his instrument and with that he held my wisdom tooth on the right side and it was out in seconds.

I’ve had a dental extraction, that too the last molar which is supposed to be extremely painful post operative. I’m here blogging, absolutely painless (or at least I’m not ready to accept the pain) despite deliberately skipping the analgesic that I m prescribed.

May be it’s his expertise in the procedure that has made it possible. Or is it just because of the confidence that I have in him that’s masking the pain? But whatever be the reason, I m happy for having lost a problematic tooth with just two minutes of pain and discomfort. 



So dear 2012, here I come in few hours into your arms without the so called wisdom, that hurt my cheeks for nearly a month. 


Wish you all A Very Happy New Year!