This is a post where I show you how sadistic females can be in the search for beauty. Unfortunately, no photo will be shown because:

1. I decided not to keep the teeth. Because extracted teeth are a dime a dozen to me already.
   
2. I look like shite, so there is no way I'll show you my face right now.

I extracted my right wisdom teeth today (in dentistry speak, a wisdom tooth is called a 3rd molar. Learn that). The sole reason for my pain-seeking adventure is orthodontics purposes (in laymen term, braces. Learn this too). The reason I want to put myself through the agony of an impacted 3rd molar extraction and the long-term wearing of metal on my teeth is to have the perfect smile. You know,  perfect teeth color, shapes, alignment and all. I have the first two; sadly, the third requires professional intervention. However, before you start picturing buck-teeth, teeth positioned in and out and rotated, be assured that my case was just a mild protrusion (not even worse than Eva Mendes's overjet) and a central incisor which is flared. Imperfect, but not so-fugly-i-want-to-kill-myself.

Okay so, with much gungho, I registered myself for today's dental appointment last week. The week passed with no apprehension on my side. But this morning, this very morning, I chickened out. I suddenly developed cold feet and I wanted to just cancel the appointment and go back to sleep. "Woman, the only operation you ever had was 3 stitches on your broken chin. And even that, you needed 4 nurses to hold you down. Teeth extraction??? What are you thinking?! GO BACK TO BED!!" Yet, the vainpot in me protested. "You wanna wear braces or not?? If yes, GET MOVING AND GO EXTRACT THOSE TWO TEETH!!"

What the vainpot wants, the vainpot gets. Hence, with a lot of butterflies in the stomach, I went to the Oral Surgery Dept. Surgeon not there yet, said the nurse. GREEEAAAT! Hightened my dental anxiety. Waited two hours later - within which I sweated, peed, drank lots of water because felt parched, and then went to the toilet again because there was too much water in the body - for the surgeon to come and for me to finally get to extract those two damned teeth. Cut to the chase, the upper molar was out within minutes (yeah lar, fully erupted what) but the lower molar gave me hell. The surgeon had to drill and bur and chisel and pull and push and file and godknowswhatelse before removing the tooth in smithereens. Shamefully, I cried underneath the face cover as I imagined a fractured jaw and permanent paresthesia from all the force from the surgeon. Was it really painful? Not exactly. But the fact that someone's fist is almost wholy in my mouth trying to pull out a perfectly healthy tooth was enough for my brain to decide that yes, this extraction is fucking painful so CRY! Dental anxiety, don't play play.

The real pain came when the anesthesia started to wear off and I hadn't popped my painkiller. The muscular traction and the trismus were enough to make me wanna curse and punch people (I held back of course, I'm decorous). And while people usually go back to rest after such an ordeal, I had to stay back in the clinic for tutorial. I feel like champion. Right now, the pain is slowly subsiding but my oral cavity looks monstrous with stiches and empty sockets. Beauty my foot.

Two more teeth next week before I can start to wear braces. This has better be worth it. Women. You can call us a looney lot.

I am a lousy blogger. These days, I am so lousy I basically only blog in my mind. Sometimes, I would open the Blog Now page, stare at it, and will the laptop to type out my thoughts. Crazy.

Life is hectic as hell for a dental student in her clinical years. Hectic and stressful. Won't blog much, until I gain the power of Professor X.

Until then, I shall bid you adieu. For people who want to suscribe to this blog, I say no need lah. You'll get nothing here wan. Only gibberish, that is, when I feel like writing. This post is a very good example. You have read thus far and what do you get? Nothing right? Exactly. Don't waste your time reading these lousily assembled groups of words, masquerading as a valid post. There are not even eye-candy photos since I do not believe in narcissism as an alternative for intelligent wordy posts (yes, I may be lazy, but I am not fluffy)

Go read the FHM or Playboy and you'd get more knowledge out of it.