Few weeks back, I went to the dentist for dental check up. I've got the kind of teeth which are not that photogenic, just a kind of zigzag. Very politely the dentist, observed the structure and told that four teeth have to be removed. This wasn't that much unexpected as they were my canine milk teeth.
What I saw coming up next was an injection, and I saw my face drooping. Over time this small thing has become my greatest fear, a kind of phobia one can say. I almost cried as I didn't expect to undergo any procedure that day itself and that equipment made chills run down the spine.
When the teeth were extracted I felt like crying like a baby and almost fainted there. Ran out, vomited. Well this was just the first part cause two more teeth had to be removed after few days.
The thought of going to the clinic again was haunting. I told some of my friends about it, and all they could do is to wish me best of luck. Finally I was back there and laid my head on that dental chair, which didn't seem less than an operation theatre in which I could die anytime. Then again I saw that small needle coming closer, just could do nothing but close my eyes.
"Are you that weak" a voice from inside me spoke. Suddenly an image came upto my head, an image that I always have in my mind, the person who made me suffer and further made me stronger. "I'm strong, and this needle, hey, look at it. It can't give me that much pain as that feeling, of hope and watching it shatter". Sometimes bad experiences are meant to happen for good. They teach you a lesson for life and make you stronger. Not a sob I uttered this time, couldn't feel any pain, just the sensation. And with a sense of victory I left the clinic and settled for an ice-cream.
You surely must have heard, "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger".
After few days, I got up with a pain in my neck. They said it's mumps, and I was like, " Dad, don't tell me I would be given an injection, please!!!"
(PiC Credits - Classmate from dpsb)
When the teeth were extracted I felt like crying like a baby and almost fainted there. Ran out, vomited. Well this was just the first part cause two more teeth had to be removed after few days.
The thought of going to the clinic again was haunting. I told some of my friends about it, and all they could do is to wish me best of luck. Finally I was back there and laid my head on that dental chair, which didn't seem less than an operation theatre in which I could die anytime. Then again I saw that small needle coming closer, just could do nothing but close my eyes.
"Are you that weak" a voice from inside me spoke. Suddenly an image came upto my head, an image that I always have in my mind, the person who made me suffer and further made me stronger. "I'm strong, and this needle, hey, look at it. It can't give me that much pain as that feeling, of hope and watching it shatter". Sometimes bad experiences are meant to happen for good. They teach you a lesson for life and make you stronger. Not a sob I uttered this time, couldn't feel any pain, just the sensation. And with a sense of victory I left the clinic and settled for an ice-cream.
You surely must have heard, "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger".
After few days, I got up with a pain in my neck. They said it's mumps, and I was like, " Dad, don't tell me I would be given an injection, please!!!"
(PiC Credits - Classmate from dpsb)
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