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Fuck.
Went to the dentist. Was terrified.
I've never been scared of the dentist before, save this time and the last because I knew I was going to have to have stuff done, but every time I've been in the last 4 years or so, stuff has gone wrong. The guy dented my tooth last time with the sonic cleaner thing, a few years before poked me with the anesthetic needle but didn't. . .idk, something, so when he drilled, there was no numbing, and then didn't drill enough or something that time, so now I've got a huge cavity where the filling used to be (and is, evidently, no longer there).
New dentist. Not crazy about her, but I only saw her for a few minutes after a long while with the hygienist (who was nice).
Both think my old dentist is an incompetent fool. The deep ex-filling one is majorly his fault--he said it was just a too-deep crevice that was going to be prone to cavities or something, and filled it just so there wouldn't be a problem, but obviously there was something underneath because it took root and ate down and also possibly up, as the filling's completely gone now too somehow--which both of them said. And I've had the two on the sides of my teeth (idk if I've mentioned it, but it's a weird structural deficiency thing that led to it, we've supposed, because it's too weird that there's one on each side on the same tooth in the exact same place) for easily 6 years, never really thinking that they were bad because the old dentist looked right at them several times and never even mentioned them.
And they were both flabbergasted when they heard that I'd never had x-rays of my mouth, which made me LOL.
The summary was that the majority of the problems with my mouth most definitely should have been noticed last August when I went to the old dentist, and the side ones far before that.
But I thought that this was going to be a do-things appointment. And no. The hygenist lady just cleaned them and x-rayed them and poked and scraped them (the last being something else I've never had done before either, so that was quite odd, as it felt like she was trying to scrape the enamel off of my teeth) and then brought the dentist in, who looked at the x-rays and poked my teeth for all of only a few minutes.
And it's going to take prolly 4 more appointments, she said, to get everything done. And that's assuming I don't get the root canals on the side ones that she said might happen, the fear of which being why I was very near either puking or bursting into tears while waiting for the appointment/getting the x-rays/getting my teeth poked at. (Because I had read once a longlong time ago that you couldn't drill on the sides of teeth without them cracking, which is also prolly why I've never brought them to the attention of any dentisty-type.) Which is why I totally freaked out afterwards, because I was so worked up for the one appointment and then to be told that nothing was done and that I was going to have to be miserable up through 4 more appointments and possibly have major procedure type things done. So that was exciting.
The thing that's confusing me most is the overwhelming fear. I was never scared of dentists or doctors or anything all of my life; this is a totally new thing, (prolly mostly due to the screwups of the old dentist). And I'm still horridly worked up over it. It's bad, you know? Not a good phobia to have (and that's what it's rapidly turning into).
Went to the dentist. Was terrified.
I've never been scared of the dentist before, save this time and the last because I knew I was going to have to have stuff done, but every time I've been in the last 4 years or so, stuff has gone wrong. The guy dented my tooth last time with the sonic cleaner thing, a few years before poked me with the anesthetic needle but didn't. . .idk, something, so when he drilled, there was no numbing, and then didn't drill enough or something that time, so now I've got a huge cavity where the filling used to be (and is, evidently, no longer there).
New dentist. Not crazy about her, but I only saw her for a few minutes after a long while with the hygienist (who was nice).
Both think my old dentist is an incompetent fool. The deep ex-filling one is majorly his fault--he said it was just a too-deep crevice that was going to be prone to cavities or something, and filled it just so there wouldn't be a problem, but obviously there was something underneath because it took root and ate down and also possibly up, as the filling's completely gone now too somehow--which both of them said. And I've had the two on the sides of my teeth (idk if I've mentioned it, but it's a weird structural deficiency thing that led to it, we've supposed, because it's too weird that there's one on each side on the same tooth in the exact same place) for easily 6 years, never really thinking that they were bad because the old dentist looked right at them several times and never even mentioned them.
And they were both flabbergasted when they heard that I'd never had x-rays of my mouth, which made me LOL.
The summary was that the majority of the problems with my mouth most definitely should have been noticed last August when I went to the old dentist, and the side ones far before that.
But I thought that this was going to be a do-things appointment. And no. The hygenist lady just cleaned them and x-rayed them and poked and scraped them (the last being something else I've never had done before either, so that was quite odd, as it felt like she was trying to scrape the enamel off of my teeth) and then brought the dentist in, who looked at the x-rays and poked my teeth for all of only a few minutes.
And it's going to take prolly 4 more appointments, she said, to get everything done. And that's assuming I don't get the root canals on the side ones that she said might happen, the fear of which being why I was very near either puking or bursting into tears while waiting for the appointment/getting the x-rays/getting my teeth poked at. (Because I had read once a longlong time ago that you couldn't drill on the sides of teeth without them cracking, which is also prolly why I've never brought them to the attention of any dentisty-type.) Which is why I totally freaked out afterwards, because I was so worked up for the one appointment and then to be told that nothing was done and that I was going to have to be miserable up through 4 more appointments and possibly have major procedure type things done. So that was exciting.
The thing that's confusing me most is the overwhelming fear. I was never scared of dentists or doctors or anything all of my life; this is a totally new thing, (prolly mostly due to the screwups of the old dentist). And I'm still horridly worked up over it. It's bad, you know? Not a good phobia to have (and that's what it's rapidly turning into).