November 08, 2005

drill this, you bastards!

I have a dentist appointment in about an hour and a half, and I'm scared to death.

It's been, unfortunately, a couple of years since my last visit. My previous "dental group" did little to lessen my quite-rational fear of sitting in the dentist's chair. While having a simple cavity filled, one of the dentists in the group got a little too heavy handed with his drill and exposed a nerve. He plugged it up with some antibiotic and filled over it, informing me that if I start feeling severe pain, I should come back immediately for a root canal. I spent the next two weeks wondering if and when the pain would start, as he didn't give me a timeframe.

On the next 6-month visit, another dentist was evaluating my teeth. "Oh, it looks like you have a cavity in this upper back molar... but I'm not quite sure how we would fill that... it's in an awkward position... you might just need a root canal." What the EFF? Not sure how to fill this cavity? How long have you been practicing?? Needless to say, when asked about a follow-up appointment, I kindly declined to make one right there, telling them I'd get back to them.

And I didn't get back to them until at least six months later, for my next regular visit. It was then I was fortunate-enough to get to see the dentist I actually thought I was going to see for all my visits, the dentist whose name appeared on the door, and the one whose happy, smiling face appeared on all those local cable commercials for the office. He inspected my teeth, told me I need to floss more, but said my teeth looked fine.... Wait. "Are you sure I don't have any cavities? Last time another one of the densists said I had one back here somewhere." He looked again at the films and in my mouth, and replied, "Nope, you're all good."

I never went back.

So now I'm bracing myself for a visit to a brand new dentist. It's another dental "group", but at least they've gone and told me ahead of time who my dentist will be. The person answering the phone on my initial informational call was very pleasant, and told me of their various ways of handling fearful patients (with drugs, copious amounts of drugs... YAY!). I do believe I have a cavity (at least one, and even on that back tooth, for goodness' sake!), and I'm hoping all I'll require is a couple of fillings and the ubiquitous offer to whiten my teeth at the very most. But geez, my hands are clammy, and even typing up this post is making my heart beat a little faster. Maybe I have some old back-related muscle relaxants I can load up on to chill me out... argh.


posted by julie at November 8, 2005 07:20 AM


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