I cried at the dentist yesterday. It turned out that my 3rd molar (half of the pair of "wisdom" teeth that grow when you're around 16/17/18) didn't have any space to grow so they had to take my 2nd molar out.

At first, I got a little scared because I didn't like the idea of having injections in my mouth. Fortunately enough, the anesthesia only stung a bit when it was injected twice.... the bad news arrived when the friendly neighborhood dentist started taking out huge plier-tools and used them to pull the pooor tooth out. I thought everything was going to be okay since that side of my mouth was feeling numb anyway... until I felt the MOST PHYSICALLY PAINFUL PAIN I can remember experiencing in my life when the dentist began taking out the tooth.

Hindi pala gumana yung anesthesia! Argh... mga pitong beses nilang inulit yung injection because I couldn't help jerking in pain whenever they realized that the anesthesia still wasn't working. The dentists were all starting to feel horribly sorry for me because I kept on crying quietly when the anesthesia began backfiring. I seriously felt like that side of my head was about to burst open...

I was just closing my eyes while one dentist held my head and her husband handled the murdering, and I could remember my mind spinning horribly. I was thinking of just about anything.... spaghetti, school, my tita Lu (who accompanied me to the dentist), my mom, the dentist's perky eyes, the sink, the horrible rivulets of blood I was tasting, the concert... everything. But nothing could distract me enough from the pain.

The whole thing was just torture... basta SOBRANG SAKIT. But several Allelu-Alleluias-and-this-too-shall-passes-in-my-head later, the anesthesia finally worked on the part that was killing me and the nasty molar was taken out.

Agh... ayoko na. Traumatic yon. I'm just scared now because molars come in pairs and I highly doubt that my mouth has any space for another 3rd molar. I swear to death I don't want to go through that EVER AGAIN.