I know the title of this post sounds like I am about to rant about some difficult phase/period of my life, the sort which makes you go nostalgic and sulk in the memory of something painful in your past. But, NO! It’s not the pain which comes in the form of heartache, or a loss of someone beloved, it’s the pain you experience when you hurt yourself..physically, and by that I am not implying cutting yourself up by razors- hell no!- it’s the sort of physical pain you experience when you hurt your knee while running, trip yourself while walking in heels, bump your head while getting off the car, burn your hand while trying to pour hot coffee in a mug, or the pain you experience when you’ve a TOOTHACHE! Sigh. Toothache.
Anyway, my toothache, which is still a severe pain in ze rear-side, made me go to the dentist. He checked my cavities with those fancy tools of his’, and informed me that I’ve not..1..not 2..not 3, but NINE CAVITIES! Die chocolate cupcakes. Die. -_-
That wasn’t the REAL painful part. The demon of utter pain and agony marked it’s advent when the dentist told his assistant that my teeth would require two injections. Now, normally I’ve no fear of syringes, so I was pretty cool with it. The dentist rubbed some anesthetic paste, and then proceeded on with the syringes. I could feel something going inside the back of mouth, but suddenly I HAD to yank away his hand and cry out aloud, “HOLY FUCK, $#%#$^$*&%!” Uh oh. I realised that I had swore out aloud in front of my dentist.
The swearing, a lot of it, but in my defense it was all impulsive (:$), was ensued by a two minute awkward silence, during which I tried to nurse my swollen cheek. The poor dentist then lighten up the mood by saying, “Oops sorry! Didn’t realise it’d need more numbing to do.”
Anyhow, before I deviate from my main point of concern. Let’s get straight to that. Remember when as a kid you hurt yourself, the first word that came to your mouth was something along the lines of ‘mamaaa!’, ‘ammiii!’ , ‘ouchh!’ But in my case, the words have changed from ‘mamaa’, ‘shit’, ‘damn’ to you-know-what. And, in case you’re with an adult at the time of pain, the PG-13 swearing can lead to “ahem”-looks ,awkward silences, and if with parents- hours long lectures on the evils of swearing. And, if your mom is like mine with strict no-swearing-allowed rules, then my sympathies!
P.S: The author didn’t know that it was humanly possible to have nine cavities.