Today it’s gone! The tooth is gone! All is bliss! :D

So yeah, I finally got the nerve to rid myself of it today. Here’s how it went:

Early morning, got up around 7 and showered. Nervous level at around -10 to be honest. I was pretty self-confident at this point.
After some breakfast, tea and the opening of various calendars (as of course is common practice within any household during the days of December), I figured it was about time I head towards town and towards my doom.
Now the entire time while I was walking towards town, I wasn’t really worried. I kept persuading myself that the dentist didn’t really have to be as scary as I made it in my own head. I kept telling myself that “dentists are really good these days, and do everything painless”, but that only helps to a certain point. Nervous level climbed to a 5 pretty fast, heading for 25 once I lay my eyes upon Trondheim Torg.

Now comes the part where my fear for dentists really kick in. I enter the hallway, walk up 3 floors and into their office area, tell them I’m available and place myself in the waiting room. At this point my nervous level shoots straight up and my heart starts pounding really fast. I’m at a good 70 at this point (In case you were wondering, a 100 is max :p). I try to watch TV, but everything they say just goes straight trough my head. I try reading the magazines on the wall (not really flicking trough them, just reading the headlines across the room), but alas, my heart pounds faster and faster. At around 90 I finally get called in (even had me wait 10 minutes extra the bastards.)

At this point there’s really no return. I have to face my fears head on and get it over with. Now, the woman calling me in tells me, that she read that I had told the dentist yesterday, whom i made the appointment with, that I was very nervous about today, so she told me that some people like to use headphones and listen to music, which calms people down. As soon as she suggested this, of course I straight to my backpack, got my headphones and connected my mp3-player.

Well put in the chair, music (James Blunt) in ears, the dentist arrives. Now what I feared the most was a gray haired old man, with no manners or time to talk at all, but NO, the guy is about 26-30, dark hair, slight beard and glasses. And he actually takes time to just TALK to me, ask me what it is I fear the most, tells me what he’s going to do and how it probably is going to feel.
I’ve never been more relaxed in my life. I jumped from a good 90 on my nervous level, to a mere 5.

Now the procedure itself was nothing at all really. He put the anesthetic in (which is the only part that hurt a bit), and after a moment he scraped gently on my tooth to check if there was any feeling in it. When we both were assured that it was good to go. I plugged my headphones in, let him go at my tooth, and to my surprise, I was actually slightly amused. The cracking sounds my tooth made when he squeezed it, really sounded creepy and totally crazy.
After about 5-6 seconds, he had the tooth. Now I didn’t even notice, and it wasn’t until he poked me in my arm saying “Hey, we’re done now” I realized it was actually completely gone. He put a pad under my tooth and basically just asked me too bite together.

I was so happy after that, and shook his hand with joy as I left :D

Now, I feel pretty fine, all tough a bit sore it feels good (even though there’s actually one tooth less in my mouth…o_O).

And finally, just to gross you all out, here’s the result:

Yes, I brought it with me, just so I could glare angrily at it and tell it “HAH, IT’S YOUR OWN DAMN FAULT SUCKER!”