26th April (月曜日) - Wisdom tooth surgery

Adding my fourth wisdom tooth to my 'collection'...



Let me see. My 'collection' to date includes:
Four teeth that were extracted long ago to make space for my braces,
plus all four wisdom teeth (including the one I had just extracted),
and one decayed tooth from god knows when.

Darn! I should've thought of starting my tooth collection since primary school days. That way, I would have a far more impressive collection by now. I mean, isn't it amazing that these are/ were part of your human anatomy? It's like... woahhh~ it's a part of me and just how did these things come about? One minute it's part of you and the next minute, it pops, and then sayonara...

I'm thinking I should continue my tooth collection even when I'm old. Mind you, I'm collecting my own teeth, not others'. And maybe I should tell my kids next time that when I die, don't bother storing or praying to my ashes. "Talk" to my teeth instead. Hey! It takes up way less space and you don't have to worry about the mess if you accidentally break the container. Just pick up the pieces. Literally.

And I shall make myself a mental note to collect my kid(s)' milk teeth as well. It'll be soooooo cute! But of course, they will be in a separate container.

Anywayz, after my fourth wisdom tooth surgery, I went home and dangled my extracted tooth in front of dad. And his remark? Just like what I used to do when I was a kid.

That statement actually brought back flashes of memory. I remembered back in the good old days (which was my primary school days), I was pretty much the only kid in school who would be genuinely happy and excited whenever the in-house dentist/ nurse called me to the room. The other kids would either (1) freak out and start crying (2) panic and beg the teacher to let them stay in class (3) reluctantly drag themselves to the room and run back to class once they were done.

For me, I would be so very disappointed if my name was not called. WHY? 'coz I had extremely short attention span and I get bored so easily just by sitting there and listening to class. I was one kid who couldn't keep still. I was either yakking away or fidgeting about (i.e.: using pencil to poke the armpit or the waist of my partner, a boy).

And while I was in the room with all the other kids, I would pop my head in from time to time and ask the dentist/ nurse who was attending to another kid, on whether it was my turn yet. And sometimes, to skip classes, I would tell my teacher that I thought one of my teeth was going to fall out or I have a toothache or something and excused myself to the room. And I would grin like a bobcat as I made my way over.

And if the dentist/ nurse was in a good mood, she would say "Yes? What is it this time?" or something along this line.

But if she was in a bad mood, she would point to the bench and make me sit there for a long, long time.

Either way, it was fine with me. (^ _ ^)
Any day I could skip class was a happy day.