I have had a series of unfortunate events take place when it comes to the dentist and I mean horror stories. So when I say I hate the Dentist I mean I hate them so bad that I get anxiety attacks just thinking about having to go.
I know your itching to know my horror stories now so without further ado I'll tell you just how much I love the dentist. The first memory I have of the dentist was in 2nd grade. My sister & I went to the same appointment. It's like she sense the dentist was a crazy lune because she lost it immediately. I thought she was such a wimp for crying especially as my older sister. I'm pretty sure I had like some 8 cavities filled. Can I just tell you that I think he just filled random teeth & pulled one over on my mom? He was out of practice not long after we visited.
The years blur together after that, but I recall waking up in the middle of the night screaming in pain & agony over a toothache that I swore could have killed me. The filling in my tooth (from the crazy dentist) was rotting out my tooth. SEVERE PAIN. We found a new dentist who fixed the pain but then I had to have the tooth removed. The oral surgeon, whom I love, removed the tooth.
Time went on and I had to have a root canal. The dentist left particles in my gums during the procedure. My face was horribly swollen and I was in pain yet again. Had to have the tooth removed.
Oh and a dentist dropped a drill on my lip...not the side that was numbed. It was a nice little piercing I never really wanted. Never went back to him.
After my last experience in high school I quit going to the dentist out of pure fear. By then I had to have three teeth removed, yes I have three holes in my mouth. I had experienced at least two root canals. Several fillings & caps. I honestly could have cared less if I had to have dentures by 21 because at least then I could visit my oral surgeon.
My good friend, the oral surgeons son, didn't mind because he was in college & headed to dental school so he was happy to let his dad yank all my teeth so his education would be paid for. All kidding aside, I knew if my close friend was a dentist I was going to have to go back to the dreaded dentist. He recommended a dentist to me so that I could go. I had my first cleaning and all was a success but then came a cavity...
The dentist was great & honestly I'd still go to him if my friend wasn't a dentist now. But what happened that day I'll never forget. It was my first time to have a procedure done and I knew I'd freak out. My friend had told me about a pill she would take when she went because she had anxiety attacks so I asked about it, but you can't drive yourself when you take it so they suggested the laughing gas which would be a first for me.
I sat in the chair and they started the gas. I started getting anxious when my limbs were getting numb so I started to sob. They turned it down but then I could feel my teeth so I started to cry more. Then they turned it up. Once I settled down I was in my happy place. But I remember so vividly them trying to calm me down as my heart was racing and the tears were running. I trusted them, but I couldn't stop the crying. Nothing in me had the power to stop the crying.
So I just scheduled my first appointment with my friend. I've thought now that he's a dentist all my anxiety would go away. I've been having a toothache so I have to go and my teeth cleaning was due in November but with a new baby I've been putting things off. So I got up the courage and scheduled my appointment for next Thursday. As soon as I got off the phone I started crying.
I don't want to be scared to go. I don't want to cry when my close friend goes to do work on my teeth. And Lord knows I don't want to starting sobbing uncontrollably infront of him. And I was really hoping I wouldn't need the gas, but from the looks of things I think I will.
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