Of teeth and Christmas-es.

It's christmas eve. And so everyone has heard of the song that goes, "What i want for Christmas is my two front teeth"?

I haven't really thought about Christmas/NY Resolutions. But I know damn well what I don't want for Christmas -- A tooth extraction.

My wisdom tooth has been really bugging me since I was in Thailand. So yesterday, I gathered up whatever balls courage I had and decided to head to the dentist for a check up.

I never really had a fear of dentists but this is the first time I felt really uncomfortable at the clinic.

When I got there, there was no one apart from a pretty pissed-off dude who claims that there are remanants of a tooth this dentist extracted. (Of course there was no one else. It's Christmas! Everyone wants a piece of that turkey!) HE walked out of the office less than a minute getting in and den den den... It's my turn.

I meekly got in. Mum followed suit. I sat on the chair.

He asked what the problem was.

"I think I've got an inflamed gum near my wisdom tooth. My cheek hurts too."

"Is this the first time."

*Nods*

He checked and yeap, bingo. The infection had spread to my right cheek. Damn gum. Damn wisdom tooth that takes forever to grow. Damn everything that goes "Bzzzzzz".

He cleaned the area by jabbing the scaler under the flap of inflamed gum (It hurted bad) then gave me antibiotics and painkillers.

"No extraction?"

"Since it's the first day. If it comes back again and again, you might want to consider minor surgery."

O.O

I self-censored a curse.