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My friend got crocked

I know I'm not supposed to laugh but I don't know why I did when I imagined it. But my heart really goes out to the dude.

ANYWAY, his identity will remain a secret. I finally got my wisdom tooth removed last Thursday. It's been bothering me for over a year now but the dentist said I gotta wait till it fully came out before he can remove it.

When I came back to Kuching and started indulging in the usual glutton fest of food, by the 2nd day I realised that it was nagging more than usual and I couldn't shut my mouth without it causing me pain.

So ALLELUIA IT'S FINALLY TIME TO REMOVE IT.

My dentist is Dr Then, who is probably the best dentist in Kuching. His place is just opposite the Chung Hua primary school near the General Hospital. He rocks and I trust him. He's been my dentist since 1999 and in that decade, I never needed, a root canal, operation, tooth extraction, braces, retainer or even a filling *grins toothy smile*

Of course, my perfect teeth had not much to do with his efforts, but he really is awesome. The minute I told him I think it's time for the "baby" to come out, he did a quick check and just said,

"Yes, it's time. We need to do an operation."

OPERATION is such a BIG WORD, much more for a guy who never had to have a tooth removed in his LIFE. The last time a tooth came out was back when I was 9 and it was a milk tooth. I was a bit freaked.

So first things first, anaesthesia. He took out a BIG ARSE NEEDLE filled with a transparent sort of liquid that looked a lot like botox. At the back of my head, I was thinking, "Oh my God! That better not be botox coz I DON'T WANNA LOOK LIKE NAJIB''S WIFE"

After he injected that thing twice into my mouth (it didn't hurt much. Where's all the excruciating pain that people always tell me associates with wisdom tooth?), my mouth became numb. And then number. And then suddenly he stopped. And then he went to check my sister's teeth first. And then he came back to me. And by then the left side of my mouth was completely numb. It felt bloated too. Damn, did half my face really became Rosmah?!?!

The dumb thing was with my mouth gaping open and with his sinister looking instruments of torture in his hands, I kept my eyes opened and looked. Then I saw blood and I was like, "hmm...interesting..."....and when it hit me, ONLY THEN did I told myself it's best to shut my eyes.

The one thing you really have to bare with Dr Then is how talkative he is. When he was stitching up the crater in my mouth left behind by the tooth he starts chatting away with my dad and I wanted to scream, "DOC! YOUR PATIENT DOES NOT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT SARAWAK POLITICS WHILE HIS MOUTH IS BEING SEWED UP?!?!"

But of course I didn't. It would have just been a blood-filled regurgitating gibberish.