The truth is out...after hours of pain, I finally mustered the courage to visit the dentist. Checked out a few places and battled with myself whether I should wait a while more or do it tonight. Finally sis convinced me to go asap. As I waited for the time to pass in the office and then took the train to the location, my heart pounded faster and faster, my palms became sweaty and I start to develop butterfly knots in my stomach.

I walked into the clinic and gave my details to the receptionist. She ushered me into the dentist chair, with the gentle dentist who filled me in with the details after checking the condition, and gave me the bad news. Either to extract or have a root canal. Damn, it was my worse nightmare come through. I think I am more afraid of the dentist than freddy. Seems like there was no choice but to go ahead with the root canal.

After 30 mins I emerged from the clinic with a big hole in my pocket but with the hole in teeth filled with medicine and fillings. Had made another appointment to go back for review on Tuesday night. Hopefully everything goes well. Sigh. I've learnt my lesson. Won't repeat my mistake again. This is a heavy price to pay for my denial. I've just gotta overcome my phobia of going to a dentist...