32 teeth intact,
Often made me smile with pride
Until the pretty wave turned its tide
When one fine day I found myself howling in pain
Even a valiant show I could not feign!
A swollen jaw, a chipped off tooth
A pain shooting from the root.
Throbbing sting, excruciating ache
In my mouth, a whirl winding earthquake.
The vagaries of the mind,
Even in frustration my teeth I could not grind!
At home, at work enormous tasks to be done
But, this torturing pain just could not be undone.
So, 32 teeth and me in tact
Were rushed to the dentist for a detailed dental chat.
Bearing the jerking and tugging within my once smiling mouth
The verdict laid bare, RCT it was to be without any doubt.
My smirking attitude at dental pain
Now transformed into a lifelong lesson gained.
The dentist beckons me again
To check on infection, any deadly pain.
I thank my stars my teeth are in tact,
My smile without pride this time, it is a fact!!
(ah! poetry flows in pain I realize, even as I make a courageous effort to recovery after a Root Canal Treatment (RCT))