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commotiocordis) wrote2007-07-17 03:33 pm
commotiocordis) wrote2007-07-17 03:33 pm
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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).
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I remember when I had my filling done (it was in one of my baby molars, and has been the only work I've ever had to get done. Funny, since I'm not always up with the teeth-care) the dentist (can't remember if it was a man or woman, LOL) told me to tell them if it hurt, so I could have the anaesthetic. I prayed and prayed and prayed that it wouldn't hurt (and vowed not to raise my hand if it did) because I was terrified of getting jabbed in the gum.
It didn't hurt :D
I'm kind of scared to go back now, though. Because it's been so long, and I'm worried I have a massive hole back there that will need to be filled. Or that something's going wrong with my wisdom teeth.
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Good greif. Hope everything goes OK I want to punch tht guy!!
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I'd love to sue him. This is going to be $350 of work minimum, and if I get the root canals, we're looking at something like $2000. They'd prolly manage to turn it around on me, though, since there's no real, certain documentation that these have been there forever, and I could have always mentioned them if I wanted him to do something about them.
If the root canals end up happening, though, I might look into it. Because that's a lot of money.
Idk about the lawyer thing, though. Doctor was always my first desire, but lawyer has become a second recently. And, of course, I can very much see myself being a teacher down the road--good hours, you know, if not great pay.
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AND YOU KNOW WHAT I KNOW? That it's your birthday soon ^_^
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AND YOU KNOW WHAT I KNOW? That it's your birthday soon
IT IS INDEED. 6 DAYS, TRUFAX. ONE YEAR AND SIX DAYS AND I CAN LEGALLY BUY PORN.
Though why you'd want to buy it when you can get it free on the internets. . . .It feels odd, you know? Because when you're little, you're crazy about your birthday for weeks beforehand, but now I'm really just more concerned about getting my driver's license before school starts so I can actually get to my classes. Prolly also because now that I'm older, my parents aren't too good at getting presents that I like. They seem to always be half a year or so behind in my interests
which is probably my fault, but what am I supposed to do, go up to them a week before my birthday and say "Oy, I don't like this style/thing/whatever anymore but I'm sort of fancying that over there"?.no subject
Lololol, iawtc. I personally find porn weird, but I still don't see the point of buying it if you have internet access.
I never used to be able to sleep on the nights before my birthday. Now I sleep until like, 12pm.
I wrote your birthday on a post-it! It's next to my computer. Because...because. Because. I'll stop talking.
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Me either. Who wants to spend all day looking around in mouths? I mean, I hear it's wicked good money, especially if you make the hygenists do most of the work and only come in for the actual drilling, but eww. Especially if they're rotten or they have bad breath or whatever.
I personally find porn weird
As a general rule, me too. It's, idk, so fake that it's hard to see how it can really be attractive.
I never used to be able to sleep on the nights before my birthday. Now I sleep until like, 12pm.
Oh, exactly. Though that's prolly because I'm up so late talking to you people, though, isn't it? Though not lately, as I'm on a different computer whose internets fail.
I wrote your birthday on a post-it! It's next to my computer.
OMG, that makes me feel so special! My birthday is on a post-it in another country. I am made of awesome! (And so are you.)