I was sitting in my office cafeteria, and was browsing through the menu card that was kept right in front of me. The items in the menu usually don’t change except for its price which usually increases quite steeply like the BP of an old man who is being checked by a beautiful nurse. I glanced through the menu card, read it, learnt it, revised it and finally decided to go with a medium Chicken Pizza. The first two bites were good and tasty, but the third one was so painful that I almost met my late grandfather and came back. The third bite was on the crust which was thicker and harder than the Earth’s Crust. I felt a small earthquake inside my mouth measuring few Richters devastate one of my teeth. I realized it’s time to give business to a dentist.

I went to a Dentist who was very near my house, filled in all the necessary forms and was waiting for my turn. The clinic was so small that if I drop my kerchief by mistake, it would become a wall-to-wall carpet. My turn came and I went in to be greeted by a soft looking person and his dreadful secretary with a smile. That was the first time I got scared when somebody smiled at me. The secretary’s teeth were so yellow that it would actually make the moving vehicles on the road to slow down. I think even if she drinks water it would turn out to be a Mango juice when it gets inside.  I comprehended the fact that the soft looking person was the doctor as he asked me to sit on the Reclining Chair. He reclined the chair so much that I almost felt that I was in a Yoga class. He asked me to open my mouth wide, wider and still wide, and I actually felt that I should let him inside my mouth to diagnose. He used a wacky instrument and found out that my tooth was infected and he needs to do a ROOT CANAL TREATMENT (RCT) for that and started working on that tooth before I could get out of the shock.

He gave me a local anesthesia and started working on the infected tooth. After some time he asked me to spit in the nearby basin and when I did I saw myself spitting blood. I felt as if I was a vampire and closely resembled the doctor’s secretary. He did something and asked me to come back after a couple of days. I assumed that the whole process would be painless like the first day’s visit. But in the second visit the doctor said he is not going to use anesthesia anymore and started working on my tooth with a 7 shaped needle. He started drilling it inside to the root and I thought it would be coming out of my head. The Route to the Root was excruciatingly painful and I was slowly progressing from being a Dental Patient to a Mental Patient. The doctor was too cool about my pain and was happily classifying the pain in two different categories and explained them to me which increased my anger along with the pain. The doctor instructed not to talk to anyone and not to eat anything for the next 3 hours. The same procedure was repeated for the next couple of visits as well and at the end the doctor fixed a cap and my tooth is fine now. At the last visit, the doctor produced the bill and to tell the truth, that was more painful than the entire process.