More dentristry – smell the fear.
OK, so the day arrives. I have root canal work on this front tooth. Not looking forward to it at all. A night not sleeping (I didn’t spend all night agonising about going to the dentist so I assume it’s just normal insomnia), didn’t help and the appointment isn’t till 2:45 so it’sgoing to be a rough day.
Do loads of work stuff and set off. It’s really quite warm and by the time I get there I’m a little bit sweaty anyway. I sit in the waiting room for half an hour and then a pretty dental assistant calls me name and in I go. My new dentist is very businesslike. Straight down to it and no small talk which is good. Injects me, gives my bottom teeth an impression and then off we go. He’s good. Fast and direct, not much pain but then pain was never the problem. He pulls the old filling out with his thumb! I taste that horrible decaying thing that my breath has been smelling of recently. I’ve noticed people pulling away from me when I talk, glad it’s going.
He drills away, I feel no pain, it’s actually quite a pleasant visit so far. Once he’s got the top part of the tooth away he starts on the root canal. This bit is fairly unpleasant and I try to imagine myself away. They’ve cleverly removed the arms from the chair so I’m gripping my hands together tightly and my legs are crossed. Christ! What a jessie! It’s a bit painful and as always, the feeling of complete lack of control about the situation gets me all hot and bothered. I’m in the chair for half an hour while he delves around in my mouth!
Finally he pronounces himself finished and I ask where the temporary crown is. He huffs a bit and says it will be too difficult to put one in now. Great, big gap in my teeth for two weeks. It’s at the side of my front teeth but you can see it when I smile. Best not smile then.
I get up and my back, arse and legs are soaked in sweat. Great +2. Once I get home I pass out from fatigue and wake up with my mouth throbbing and my face itching all over as the anaesthetic wears off. The pain grows into the night and I eventually nominate to drink a bottle of wine to dull it a bit. That works. Can’t wait for tomorrow.
Overall though, it wasn’t half as bad as I anticipated. Maybe I’m growing up. At 42.
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June 23, 2009 11:08 pm
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By Matt, June 24, 2009 @ 11:32 am
YAY for JON!
I had dentist last week, I hate going (finger in mouth, sound of the drill, etc), 10mins, no work, done, shit what a Jesse!
He even said ‘you brush very well’ .. that’s the first time a dentist has ever not told me off!
I fainted after having my tooth pulled a few year’s back, about 20 mins after he’d finished, I guess it was a massive release of adrenaline or something, scared the staff, though
By D0NK, June 25, 2009 @ 12:05 pm
Well done, I don’t mind dentists too much, except for the joker who whilst removing a rotten molar said “oops” just after we both heard a loud crack. Don’t say oops, oops is not a word I want to hear in this situation, oops is the last thing I want a health professional to say whilst working on me. Even if you’ve made a bloody big cockup keep your trap shut till you finished and fixed what you can then calmly explain whats happened.
I do get the sweaty back thing whilst in the chair tho, unlucky whoever’s in after me