Went to my (new) dentist today. Had some bad decay under a crown, and the toothache wasn’t going away. He was a pleasant chap, quite thin and wiry, late 40s, with a grasp of english that extended to dental terms and not much else.
“Ah lu xian-sheng, zuo qi lai. Jintian yao gei ni ne-ge, ne-ge,‘temporary crown’.”
I lay back, he whipped off the crown, and produced the needle, containing the stuff that would get me throught the pain of the root canal treatment. Into the gum it went, and in followed the anaesthetic. At this point, at my old dentist on the Kings Road, i would have a cooling off point here, maybe 5 mins or so, for the numbness to take hold. We would chat about Chelsea and Shevchenko. But here, did we wait? We did not. Straight into the drilling he went, right to the heart of the decay. He hit the tooth’s nerve almost immediately and with some force. I jolted and contorted with pain.
“Ah, it’s ok, ok.”
Then he attacked again, and hit the nerve for the 2nd time. This time the pain was so agonizing that my back arched, and I simply had to jerk my head away (and I consider myself pretty a pain-tolerant kind of guy).
He tut-tutted, reached for the needle again, and emptied a second syringe into the gum, this time right close to the tooth. And then he was back on the drill, poking and jabbing around, playing subbuteo with the nerve. Good grief, it was the worst. Very soon we had to stop again, as I couldn’t take the searing white-hot pain he was inflicting.
At this point he paused and had a staccato conversation with my wife, who translated for me:
" Your problem is that, as a western male, your high alcohol intake is such that the anaesthetic is not working properly. So you have a very high tolerance to the injections. "
Listening through my blurred world of agony, this was still laughable. Then he delivered the coup de grace. Producing the needle for a third time, he angled it vertically into my mouth, aiming towards the tooth. The shiny point hung there for a second, then as he plunged it downwards, I realised (but too late) what he was doing. The third injection went straight down into the middle of the tooth, directly into the raw open nerve. Man, I hit the ceiling with that one. I moaned and whimpered in absolute pain. What a butcher .
Granted, after that, I couldn’t feel much at all, but that moment when the needle met the nerve is one that will stay with me for a long time. Toes are still curling just thinking about it. We parted on fairly good terms, and my wife asked him where he had trained. He told her that he had been an army dentist for 20 years. That made an awful lot of sense.