I got my very first filling this morning. I made my dad come with me. I am lame.

It wasn’t so bad, the Novocaine and drilling. Those were actually the things I was most afraid of and they ended up being the least troublesome to me. I did notice a couple things, however.
1. The smell of burning dental pulp is pretty foul.
2. The taste of it is even more foul (that was my bad for being curious and sticking my tongue where the dentist had been drilling when he wasn’t looking).
3. I am a much better, less jumpy patient when the doctor explains everything he is doing.
4. The most disturbing part of the whole “filling procedure” was the feeling of the metal poker thingy prodding around within my tooth. Something about that just felt so wrong…so unnatural. The whole way home I was trying to think of some equivalent, some analogy to explain the feeling. Teeth do not have holes. You are not supposed to be poking around on the inside of a tooth. And then it came to me: having the inside of your tooth examined with dental instruments is like a man getting a pap smear! Yes! It totally makes sense if you think about it. Laying there with a bright light shining down on you, being held open in an awkward way and then being poked and prodded with a stick in a place where NO HOLE SHOULD EVER BE!

Yes, yes I believe that sums the sentiment up quite nicely.