DentalDanger

Either way, it's my bad (luck). Is this what they call a lose-lose situation?

In 40 minutes, I have a dentist appointment. Reason? He wants to redo a silver filling and substitute it with a white one. It's optional really. Should I desire it, I can continue to look like Bicentennial Man every time I say "Aaaah". Otherwise, I hit the D's chair for yet another memorable experience, the kind that make us go "Even if I must have a painful end, I hope it isn't over here."

The dilemma is such.

Option 1. I visit the dentist, sit on his chair, he puts on the cursed light, turns on the drill, I stiffen up in pain, resembling a statue that's just watched "Koi Mil Gaya" for a 5th time or "Krishh" for the first, and he spends 5 minutes telling me to relax because "I haven't even started yet!"
Then he commences the ritual of excavating the old filling, I grip the arm rest too firmly, thereby deflating its cushion. Then comes the worst and my mouth begins to shut involuntarily and he asks me politely to fight it open. Thereafter, with the aid of my willpower, his guidance and a crowbar, we extract his drilling machine from in between my jaws and he finishes the job.
The filling is cleared out and he discovers further decay so he has to "go deeper." I can't decline obviously, thus I sing curse humanity in my head very loudly in an attempt to drown the pain, wondering why they don't do these things with anaesthesia.
When I'm a needle's distance away from a coma, he finishes up and I throw my arms up and shout "Praise The Lord", subsequently screaming in vicious pain and sending all the patients
in the waiting room scurrying out for their lives. We shake hands, he says "See you in 6 months." I verbally express agreement, mock him silently and leap out in freedom till the following year when father drags me back for a check-up.


Option 2. I don't visit him this once, my deepened cavity goes unnoticed, deepens further over the year, I return to him with a tooth-ache next summer, he shakes his finger while singing and dancing to the "I Told You So" song, I sit there embarrassed, receive a root-canal instead and curse my bad luck.

What am I going to do????


EDIT: I went, got one filling replaced, not too painful, almost enjoyable. Bye! And don't forget to visit your dentist every 6 months!