Mouth Rape and Alien Fashion Choices 3

When I finally met the dentist, or the one who was going to pull my tooth, I have to say that my initial reaction was not of him being highly competent. He wore a white lab-coat that was smeared with a brownish stain that I immediately assumed was blood. There also looked like there were a few bright-red stains that must have been left over from his lunch, and some darker brown stains that looked like they might have been coffee. His white lab coat was...greyish, with like a film of scuzz over the pristine white, as though it hadn’t seen any laundry detergent in a very long time.

 

The guy was short, and he did speak English relatively well, which was a special treat. While looking at my chart, he immediately noted that I was American. It didn’t seem like he cared much for that, I noticed a bit later. I also noticed that there was another guy in the tooth-pulling cubicle area. He was a big guy, tall and broad, with a fat, flat face and large Coke-bottle glasses that made him look cartoonish in a way, and he seemed to just stand in the corner observing us. I learned later that he was actually the senior dentist, and the guy who was to pull my tooth was a trainee.

 

I was nervous as hell. As stated previously, I really am not a huge fan of dental offices...or dental cubicles for that matter. You might think that my nervousness had died down some from having been there all day, and it had for a bit, until I got to that dental chair, with the sloppy dentist. It all came flooding back over me in a nauseating wave as I thought of the upcoming procedure.

 

He asked if I was allergic to any medications and I replied in the negative. He also commented several times on my nationality. He seemed quite curious about it and was astonished to learn that I was working full time in China and that the government had approved my working visa. I half-expected him to ask for my passport to check, as though I was lying to him, and I had snuck into China to take advantage of their wonderful dental practices.

 

As stated previously, they have a shitload of patients and they don’t fuck around. He said that he was going to inject the anesthesia into my mouth, then begin the extraction about one or two minutes later.

 

“What?” In the US (and Thailand and Germany, where I have also been to the dentist) The wait was usually ten to fifteen minutes.

 

“I’ll give you an injection and then you should be ready in a minute.”

 

“I should say that I have a low tolerance for pain, and usually I need more novocaine than the average person. I often feel the drill in the procedure. Maybe my mouth is just very sensitive.”

 

He didn’t say anything else and pulled open my mouth with hands that had been gloved since I arrived, including when he was writing and moving random stuff around the office. It was at this point that I noticed there was no dental hygienist in the room, for suctioning or whatnot, just him, me, and the big dude in the corner.

 

He began injecting the painkiller into various spots in my jaw. When in other countries I usually only felt the initial sting of the first injection, then they would massage my jaw a bit to get the drug flowing, before moving on to other injections. Not this guy. He injected probably four different areas all in the space of about twenty seconds, and I felt each one of the bites as the needle tore through flesh. I can always feel the pain, but not just that...I can hear the sound and feel the vibrations as the metal rips through the flesh. It’s a dull, tearing sound,.

 

What felt like ten seconds later, but was probably more than a minute, he told me to open up again and was all set to extract.

 

“I can still feel my mouth,” I said. “I probably need another injection.”

 

He smiled and said, “No, you don’t.”

 

I couldn’t say anything else as he was back in my mouth. I will never forget what he said next until the day I die: “You know, our countries don’t get along. It’s odd that you came to China to get your tooth pulled. I promise I will try not to hurt you.” His smile was just frozen there, seeming inauthentic and false. He wasn’t smiling with his eyes. It was then he decided to put the surgical mask on, apparently a different protocol than that of the gloves.

 

I wanted to say, Whoah, hold up there cowboy. No! No, no, no. Our governments don’t get along. We are just people. I love Chinese people. Of course, I couldn’t say anything at all. I just had to sit there and get through it.

 

Now that was not the easiest extraction a dentist ever had. The reason I was there was because most of my tooth had broken off over a year before, and instead of going immediately to the dentist, I waited, then waited, then waited. I’m really a big pussy when it comes to going to the dentist. I waited until my mouth severely hurt. I waited until I was infected. I waited until I not only couldn’t eat anymore without pain, but I couldn’t be conscious anymore without pain. It wasn’t all laziness, procrastination, and fear of the dentist as I did hope to be able to get back to the US before the imminent procedure, but Covid kind of fucked that up.

 

He pulled and I felt it. It hurt. Whoah, hey, I’m not numb. More anesthetic, please, I said. Not really, I probably said something more along the lines of “Auhuhuhaguhgguh.” But I figured he should have known what I meant.

 

He did sort of acknowledge that I had said something, but he didn’t really respond or stop. He just patted my cheek like he was reassuring a nervous dog, then went about his extraction again. He pulled so hard, with both hands that he pulled my head up off the seat. There was a loud crack, and my head plopped back down.

 

In the dental pliers (maybe they have another name, but I know not what it is) he had a tiny, bloody piece of tooth, and a thousand tiny, little daggers plunged into my gums. I immediately knew that he didn’t get all of it.

 

He talked to the other guy in Chinese for a bit, then explained to me that he would have to drill out the roots of my tooth, and he didn’t want to leave them. He said that my teeth had fused with the bone of my jaw, and he had never seen that before. I thought that’s what teeth did. I don’t know. My past experiences with getting a filling in my teeth was that it wasn’t as bad at all as getting teeth pulled. I rarely felt anything. So, I nodded my head. I figured the worst of it was over.

 

I was wrong.

 

He did some suctioning since there was no dental hygienist there. Then he went to work. I felt all of it.

 

I tried to tolerate it, because I thought that any moment he would be done. However, the procedure just kept going and going, and going. He of course took little breaks to mechanicallty slurp out the blood and saliva collecting in my mouth. I told myself to man up. It was almost over and then it would all be done.

 

I don’t know how much time went by. I would guess at minimum it was ten minutes. It felt like all of eternity. He would drill a while, then pause and talk to the big fellow. At times, the big guy would come over and look at my mouth.

 

After, I don’t know how long, my body said: Fuck this shit, and overrode my conscious mind. As he would drill, my head would start to move, it was seriously involuntary. I am well aware how foolish it is when someone is using power tools in your mouth to move around randomly. I tried to tell my head to stop it, but my body was like: Hey, if you don’t want to stop this, I will. So...my head would move. When he would start to drill, it would try to pull away.

 

“You need to stop moving.”

 

I know, I’m trying, sorry. “I go uhgyugahghug.”

 

So...he did what any normal dentist or wrestling fan would do, and put me in a headlock. For a small guy, he was pretty strong. He had a vice-like grip. It actually seemed to work as he held my head with one arm and drilled with the other. I guess this was totally cool and normal, because the other guy didn’t try to correct him at all. He didn’t say shit.

 

Now this wasn’t really a normal headlock, per se. His arm wasn’t around my neck, but around my head, and on occasion, his armpit was covering my nose. Now let me tell you, his dirty lab coat was a good reflection of his personal hygiene preferences. Yeah, the body odor was strong with this one.

 

So, we spent some more time doing it that way. I eventually got lost in the pain, the discomfort, and the biological fragrance, continually telling myself to man up and it was almost over. I didn’t think too heavily about much, as I was distracted, but I do remember wondering if he injected me with water or a saline solution and just thought I would experience some placebo effect for a pain killer. I also remember developing a severe appreciation and respect for soap and deodorant.

 

Finally, it ended. The drilling stopped and he said that the extraction was complete. After being released from the professional dental headlock, I noticed the blood on his gloves. I had never seen so much blood at the dentist before.

 

He told me that the filler he was putting in the gaping hole in my jaw was American-made (I believe he thought that would make me more comfortable) and would eventually fuse with the bone. It didn’t. Over the next few days it all slipped through the sutures, and went down my throat. I hope it was able to be digested and didn’t fuse with my stomach or bowels in any way.

 

To be one-hundred-percent honest, the anesthesia must have kicked in near the end. The pain lessened, some.

 

He sewed up the hole in my mouth and that was that.

 

The last alien part was written before the pulling of the tooth. I was in no mood to write anymore after that experience.

 

                                   Also...as we learn in Alien

Resurrection (which was far

superior to Alien 3. Sure, it was

stupid to have to clone Ripley just

to clone an alien, but what can

you do when the previous film

killed off your protagonist? You

know what really pissed me off

about Alien 3？They killed off

Newt and Hicks off camera and

barely used Bishop. Earlier drafts

had Hicks and Ripley as equal

protagonists with a lot of Newt

and Bishop thrown in as well.

Lazy writing prevailed and they

just threw away the characters.

That was a huge disservice to the

end of Aliens. What was the point of

Ripley saving them if they’re just

going to die off camera between

films? That was bullshit. Alien 3

sucks) that the xenomorphs can

swim. Do they remove their

headgear while swimming?

 

So, I had made a day of the dentist and stupid Alien comments. I do have a couple positives to add. The first is that the combination of drill and sutures prevented shards of bone coming out of my gums a couple weeks after the more painless extractions I had had in the past. Sure, there is an actual hole in my jaw, but it is covered over by flesh that was sutured and grew back together. It’s just a little indentation that I can stick my tongue in now, on occasion.

 

The primary reason that I didn’t want to get a tooth pulled in China was due to the after-procedure medication I knew I wouldn’t get. China is serious about drugs, so you ain’t going to get any morphine-based pain killers prescribed to you, to my knowledge...ever, even if you get your legs amputated. But, the drugs they did give me were a win-win. No nausea, and very little pain the next few days. I really couldn’t believe that. Strong pain-killers that I have had in the United States made me nauseous to the point of actually vomiting, but I prefer the nausea over the pain. The medication I received here gave me no side effects whatsoever.

 

I don’t know the name of the drug they did give me, because a couple months have passed since the dental visit. My girlfriend says it is Ibuprofen, but it isn’t. I would have recognized that. I will research quite a bit for fiction, but I hate to do it for non-fiction. I feel like it’s cheating. I don’t want my memories altered or my intelligence tweaked. I feel that it is bad for posterity, or posteriority, or truth, or some shit. However, I did try to look them up online, because the name was one I looked at and tried but failed to remember. No luck. If you Google, “Chinese Drugs,” or “Chinese Painkillers,” you won’t find the name.

 

So...uh...yeah, I recommend that you try new experiences. Different cultures have different ways of doing things. I am not very politically correct and I can offend people. I can chat about the Alien films for a while. I’m a big chickenshit about the dentist. Apparently WWE is popular amongst Chinese dentists.