Visit to the dentist

I have been suffering from dental issues, since my childhood. My irregular tooth structure, is to be blamed for, the dentists say. Majority of my lower teeth is being touched, at least once, by doctors by now. 

In the past week, I  have developed pain on one of my lower teeth and the pain started to increase over the weekend. See, I have this wonderful habit of delaying medical treatments to the last possible moment. So, I kept treating myself through gargling with warm saline solution and taking pain killers. But by weekend this self treatment stopped working. On Friday, in the middle of the night, I got up with sever pain and took one more painkiller. By morning pain again started and I understood that visit to the dentist is unavoidable. 

When I gathered up for the dentist, Maria also wanted to accompany me. I denied. See, when my treatment happens, she would have to wait outside the treatment room alone. She is not convinced and somehow wanted to come with me. Then she went to Mr.D. asking if he can also accompany us. After a bit of her persuasions he agreed.

Now, the treatment part. Even though I have been undergoing so many RCTs, I still carry fear for the oral injections. The doctor, sprayed a solution for partial numbness, on the location where injection is to be given. When she started to inject, I kept moving, though there wasn't much pain. Meanwhile, I was in parallel wondering, from where on earth these tears are being supplied for my eyes! And yes I'm crying now!! Was I crying being scared of the pain? Not really, I felt. All of a sudden, a sudden urge to have my father nearby struck me. I wanted to hold his hand, while the injection is being given. How childish I am, in my thirties!!

The doctor asked me not to anticipate the pain and requested me not to scare her as well! I told her that I have scared dentists from Calicut and Bangalore. And now in Mumbai doing the same, with much greater experience. She laughed and injected me with the solution. The numbness started, the procedure was done and I'm out of the treatment room.

Meanwhile, outside the treatment room, where Maria and Mr.D. were waiting, the receptionist asked Mr.D. to pay for the treatment. He paid the amount, and has messaged me the amount that he has payed for my treatment. He wants the money back. Why would he spent money on me? He hasn't done this till now. Taking any of my expenses. I ask me, why bother? Anyways you are going to set back from this life. It should be a botheration, if he takes my expenses. Otherwise not.

I have decided my life. I will take my own expenses. I will work hard for my living. I will live on my own. Once Maria is settled in her life I will go to some forest (or somewhere else), and will lead the life alone, with my upright spine.