Essay On A Visit To The Dentist
A dentist is a person who takes care of our teeth. He is a Doctor by profession. For the last four days, I was suffering from severe toothache. It got bad to worst last night. It was a sleepless night for me and my parents. They were worried about my dental health. Until I could go to the dentist the next day, daddy gave me a painkiller to control the pain.
The next morning Daddy took an appointment with his doctor friend Mr. Gordhandas. He was a well-known dentist. His receptionist gave us an appointment. We were called an hour later. Although I was horrified to visit the dentist, I had no other choice. I was desperate to get rid of my toothache as soon as possible.
We entered the clinic. A receptionist took my details on a piece of paper. We were asked to wait in the waiting room. I was the first patient. Within no time Mr. Gordhandas came. I was relieved as well as worried to see him. In the meantime, the tooth still gave me a lot of pain. Within no time, I was called into his cabin. Daddy was asked to wait outside. I entered his cabin with a panic. Although I was in immense pain, I wished him “Good morning Doctor” in a low voice. Even he wished me in return.
He asked me to lie on a long reclining chair that was at the corner of his cabin. Then he came closer to me and said, “Beta, open your mouth”. I knew that it was going to be painful to keep my mouth open for long. He asked me to point out the troublesome tooth. He switched on his special lights placed above the reclining chair to examine the condition of my tooth. From his face, I could make out that my tooth was in a bad condition. It seemed to be a serious matter. He decided to take an X-ray of my tooth. Finally, he concluded that the problem was in the molars.
Daddy was called into the cabin for further discussion. He was shocked to learn that a minor surgery was necessary. Mr. Gordhandas kept on comforting me, as I was very frightened. Daddy asked me to be a brave boy. Soon the surgery began. I was terrified to see different kinds of dental tools, especially the driller that was placed on a nearby table. A slight prick was felt when the doctor injected anesthesia near my bad tooth. Within a few seconds, I felt relieved as my pain vanished. Before I could know what had happened, he told me to leave. He had already pulled out the bad tooth. It appeared to me like magic, as I did not even feel it.
The dentist applied for some brown medicine on a small cushion of cotton. He placed it over the wound. He told me to keep my mouth shut for an hour. He prescribed me some painkillers for the next two days. Filled with joy, I came out of his cabin. Daddy paid the fees at the reception counter. My visit to the dentist was not that bad at all.