I want to preface this post by making anyone who has not read the post entitled 'ice cream' from about a week back to go an read that first, making note of the point on needles, before continuing reading this post. That is, anyone who doesn't understand my reference to the point on needles obviously didn't read it well enough and the point needs to be revisited.
Remember all the stuff on needles? Good. Now I can continue.
If there is anything scarier than a doctor, it is a dentist, probably for the greater amount of pain I have had to endure over the course of my short life. Don't get me wrong, I have always been numbed and gassed, but since the age of five (when I got my first crown) to last year (when I got veneers on my front teeth) I've had to be at the dentist a fair deal.
My dentist now I actually like, which is to say I have more trust in him than is necessary for a person scared of dentists to have in their dentist. He actually takes seriously my sissy complaints and fears. However that does not mean that my recent dental experiences have been painless. The veneers, previously referred to, were a painful experience involving an hour of trying to numb my teeth as I continued to get scared and the adrenaline negated the numbing solution. Finally I had to calm myself down after realizing throwing up would only hurt more. My dentist has thus decided to give me valium before I go in for any major work.
But my veneers are fine. No, instead, it is that first crown that last night fell off. The following response was something like this:
emotional baggage from previous dental experience + not getting to go to trusted dentist + being in a foreign country = AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!
I was not in any pain, just thoroughly afraid for my life.
Long story short, tomorrow I go to my friend's dentist, who I'm told is nice and good and gentle and seemed nice on the phone. But I am determined not to open my mouth unnecessarily.
Remember all the stuff on needles? Good. Now I can continue.
If there is anything scarier than a doctor, it is a dentist, probably for the greater amount of pain I have had to endure over the course of my short life. Don't get me wrong, I have always been numbed and gassed, but since the age of five (when I got my first crown) to last year (when I got veneers on my front teeth) I've had to be at the dentist a fair deal.
My dentist now I actually like, which is to say I have more trust in him than is necessary for a person scared of dentists to have in their dentist. He actually takes seriously my sissy complaints and fears. However that does not mean that my recent dental experiences have been painless. The veneers, previously referred to, were a painful experience involving an hour of trying to numb my teeth as I continued to get scared and the adrenaline negated the numbing solution. Finally I had to calm myself down after realizing throwing up would only hurt more. My dentist has thus decided to give me valium before I go in for any major work.
But my veneers are fine. No, instead, it is that first crown that last night fell off. The following response was something like this:
emotional baggage from previous dental experience + not getting to go to trusted dentist + being in a foreign country = AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!
I was not in any pain, just thoroughly afraid for my life.
Long story short, tomorrow I go to my friend's dentist, who I'm told is nice and good and gentle and seemed nice on the phone. But I am determined not to open my mouth unnecessarily.
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