![]() The Resourceful DoctorA Story by Woody![]() Inspired by a true story![]() It was a balmy night.
The chirping of the cicadas came through the open window loud and clear. The
net curtains were swaying ever so slightly as a soft breeze blew from the
garden outside. The sound of cicadas usually put Brian to sleep but that night,
although he was deadbeat after a day of hauling crates down at the dock, sleep
was not to be coaxed. How can you sleep when you have a raging toothache? Brian
got out of bed for the umpteenth time and padded, barefoot to the kitchen. Out
of his wits, he took a fourth Advil and dry-swallowed it. Brian had always envied
people with healthy, perfectly aligned white teeth. He’d always been plagued
with bad dentition. Not that he didn’t clean his teeth. Oh, no! He made a point
of brushing his teeth at least once a week, right after his weekly shower. He
was that fastidious. Brian went back to bed.
He looked at the luminous dial of his clock. 3:14. God, why’s the night so
long? He was going to the dentist’s, first thing in the morning. That damn tooth
was coming out, no matter how much pleading it’s going to make.
*********************** It sure had been a long
night. Brian was now sitting in the waiting room of Dr. Pulhum, hand on his
throbbing jaw, swaying as if to a tune in his head and barely suppressing the
moan that threatened to escape his lips. Better not make a spectacle of
yourself, he thought, eyes fixed on a crack in the wall facing him. Anything to
distract him from his predicament. The whine of the drill, or chainsaw, more
like, was not helping any. Brian had come to Dr.
Pulhum, his regular dentist, but the secretary told him he was on sick leave.
Clearly annoyed, he told her ‘I noticed he looked down at the mouth last time I
saw him’. ‘Don’t worry, Mr. Mista,
Doctor Biguns is filling in for him and she’s excellent. Freshly graduated.’ The door to the inner
sanctum finally opened and a middle aged man stepped out and flashed him a
toothy smile. Show off! Brian went in and
stopped dead in his tracks. Dr. Biguns turned out to be a stunning beauty. Her
greeting didn’t register as he only had eyes for her twins, toothache
completely forgotten. ‘Please, get on the
chair Mr. Mista!’ Brian sat on the
Doctor’s chair and Dr. Biguns pressed a pedal several times to bring the
patient’s head at level with her eyes. She asked him to open his mouth and bent
over to look closely. Her cleavage was dangerously close to his face and he
felt giddy from her Shenanigan 5 (apparently, I’m not allowed to name products). The beautiful doctor
looked into Brian’s mouth and when she saw the decayed tooth she exclaimed:
‘that’s deep, deep, deep..’ ‘Ok, Doctor, no need to
rub it in.’ ‘Oh, sorry. It wasn’t
me. That was the echo. Now. Your tooth is in such a state and I'm afraid we'll have to pull
it out.’ ‘Go ahead, Doc. Whatever
it takes.’ Doctor Biguns produced a
syringe and, once again, bent over Brian but he clamped his lips shut and
started to shake his head vehemently. The doctor stepped back, puzzled. ‘Sorry, Doc. I can’t
stand syringes,” he said sheepishly. ‘No problem. Here, we’ll
use the mask. All you have to do is inh.. What is it now?’ ‘I’m claustrophobic. I’d
suffocate. Sorry.’ Doctor Biguns put the
mask aside and stood with her arms akimbo, eyeing Brian with a raised eyebrow,
then turned around, opened a drawer and brought him two pills and a plastic
glass of water. ‘Here, drink these!’ ‘AAH, now you’re
talking!’ said Brian then downed the pills and said ‘I didn’t know anesthetics came in the form of pills.’ ‘Oh, those have nothing
to do with anesthesia. They’re Viagra.’ ‘Viag… Why?’ © 2016 WoodyFeatured Review
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19 Reviews Added on May 31, 2016 Last Updated on May 31, 2016 Tags: dentist, toothache, anaesthesia, teeth Author![]() WoodyMateur, Bizerte, TunisiaAboutok, time for an update I think. my old friends have come to know me pretty well, I trust so this is for the new comers. I'm a Tunisian 60-year-old teacher-cum-translator, book worm who enjoys writing.. more..Writing
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