Today was the first time in well over a decade that I had to go to the dentist for something other than a semi-annual teeth cleaning. I was hoping that the M.O. for getting a cavity filled had evolved somewhat over the past ten years. Alas, they still use that ridiculously long needle tipped with poison frog venom to numb the good side of your face. Unfortunate scenes from the Marathon Man also played in my head as the hideous tungsten carbide drill began to find its way towards my tooth.
After it was all over and the dentist handed me a mirror to inspect the results, I thought I’d be a funny man and scream, “You Butcher!”, but the better part of me said that the dentist (who really is a great dentist btw) probably wouldn’t appreciate it. So I refrained.
Of course, I had the most fun was when I returned home and started drooling with my seven-month old son, Kai, for three hours because my lower jaw felt like it hung down to my waist. So I’d say, no the experience of getting a cavity filled hasn’t changed, and yes, it still sucks.
