I did not hold any special regards for my set of teeth till some couple of days ago..when one of it threatened my very existence.
I had gone to Abuja to attend the WTDC youth forum..when the said tooth started to malfunction. It started as a smal ache...but by the time i left Abuja, i could virtually not chew anything. It climaxed the night i returned from Abuja, and i had to take it to the Dentist the next day.
The verdict. I had to make do with two out of 32 or 31 of those shiny little damsels. No qualms. As long as the pains would stop.
An injection into the gum, numbed mouth add a couple of minutes, and the teeth were gone.
I rushed back to my office to continue work having felt no pain. I bught a bottle of drink to celebrate what i tagged at the time 'Good riddance to good rubbish', but to my suprise, pains as never before siezed the entire mouth..i almost wept.
More painful, that night i could only swallow some spoonful of rice and for the first time since God knows when, i voluntarily gave out my meat to my brother...
To cut a long story short, today, 9 days after the first pangs of pain on the departed teeth, i can chew swallow munch anything i feel like, but i now appreciate those chiny white machines doing the chunk of the job...they are not machines, they are a part of me, and i have to treat them better.
What a hard lesson after losing two to learn.