The Painful Extraction
By William Hubbard
“Yep,
it’s got to go,” the dentist said.
“Noway!”
I screamed on the car ride back.
I’m sorry,
William,” my mom said. “I’m sure it won’t be too bad.”
“How do you
know?” I said scornfully “You’ve never had a tooth extracted before!”
I’m sure it
will be fine,” my mom said.
I wasn’t so
sure. My tooth was going up into my gums and causing a lot of tooth problems
for me.
A few days
later I had to go back to the dentist’s office, and I had to get my
spacer out. My spacer was something to stop my tooth from going into my gums,
but it wasn’t working. The dentist tore the spacer out of my mouth and
it hurt a lot!
“First pain
in this tooth extraction garbage,” I thought to myself nervously.
“I don’t
want to get my tooth extracted,” I plead to my mom every day, but my mom always
said, “You have to do it”, or would you rather have a bit of pain for a couple
of seconds or pain for a really long time?!”
The night
before the extraction, I couldn’t sleep. I thought to myself, “it won’t be so
bad,” but deep down I knew it would hurt. I must’ve been awake till ten thirty
worrying.
The
next day I yelled and screamed and pounded my fists on the ground like a one
year old! My efforts came to no avail.
My
mom yelled, “Pull yourself together and eat your breakfast!”
“Fine” I
said still shaking.
A
couple hours later, my mom said, “It’s time.” I was scared half to death on the
car ride to the dentists.
When we
arrived at the dentist’s, the nurse wouldn’t let my mom in the operating room.
“We’ve had
parents fainting,” she said.
“Uh oh, if parents
can’t handle looking at the extraction, I wonder what it will feel
like,” I thought to myself nervously.
Butterflies
flew in my stomach as I walked into the surgery room. My hands were sweaty and
adrenaline surged through my veins.
I looked at
the possible escape exits. “One high up window,” I thought to myself, “and the
door.”
As I
scanned the room something caught my eye. A heart checker. I thought to myself,
“Do they kill people in here?!” The nurse told me to lie down in the exam
chair.
I obeyed.
The nurse stuck a tube onto my nose. I wondered what it was. I liked it because
it smelled really good. Suddenly I started laughing uncontrollably. I wasn’t in
my right mind. I didn’t feel so scared anymore. Hah, everything is awesome!
But… I didn’t feel right. I realized, even in my trance, that it must be
laughing gas.
“Snap out
of it,” I told myself. I did but the problem is I snapped out of my trance
right when the doctor gave me a numbing
shot. It hurt so much I started crying, but I stopped. Blood pounded in my
ears. I glanced over at the heart checker. The pointy lines were moving across
the screen fast. VERY fast. I took a few deep breaths and I relaxed.
“Close your
eyes,” the doctor said. I obeyed once again. But I opened them again after a
couple of seconds and I saw it. The doctor was holding a sharp knife over my
head! I thought he was going to kill me!
I shrieked!
The doctor
said, “Calm down! I’m not going to kill you! I’m only taking your tooth out now
sit back down!”
I shakily
sat down. I fell back into my laughing gas trance. A few seconds later it was over.
I felt so relieved and proud!
When I left
the dentist’s office, my mom hugged me and gave me a kiss.
“I’m so
proud of you, my honey bun!” she said.
“Oh mom,” I
said, embarrassed.
“We’ll see
him back for a checkup in a few weeks,” the nurse said.
When my mom
finished scheduling an appointment for the check-up, she drove me home and
announced some good news. I got to go on vacation and I was able to watch a
movie.
Now looking
back I think I actually enjoyed the experience. I mean it was nice to feel so
relieved and proud. Also people are really nice to you after the extraction. As
I said, I got to watch a movie. But of course, if I had the choice to not get
my tooth extracted, I would take it!