The Damn Dentist

Getting up at six in the morning is not exactly the most pleasant thing in the world to do… even worse is when you’re getting up that early because you have to go see the dentist.  But with the alarm blaring, I rolled my sorry butt out of bed, fumbled to shut the alarm off and staggered through the bedroom in my half awake stupor, finding the clothes I had set out the night before.  I double-checked to make sure I hadn’t put anything on inside out – something I am famous for when half asleep – and headed out the door with enough to time stop and get a coffee from Tim Horton’s.  No damn way was I about sit in that torture chair for any length of time without some Timmie’s to fortify me.

It was not my day!  After sitting in the chair for almost an hour, they came to put some more freezing in my mouth.  Seems my appointment was to be extra long as they had a dental student who was doing a practicum.   Finally, the dentist started to work on my tooth.  We’d had a big long discussion previous about what to do about it – the what was left of the tooth after breaking off was a very large filling from a previous repair and a little bit of the real tooth.  We had a few options open, but in the end we decided to try build the tooth back up with a filling and see how long it might last.  Once I get the bruxial guard made, it should hopefully stand up for a few more years.  The one thing that was constant through all discussed options was that I was to have a root canal… *shudder*… I’ve had two before – one went painlessly and one was a nightmare.  Bless my new dentist, it didn’t hurt – not even one little bit.  Two hours and fifteen minutes later, I left his office with another appointment to go back and repair a crown which isn’t quite ‘right’ in my mouth.  YUCK!

The freezing has come out now and all I can say is “OWWWWWW!”…. well maybe no OWWWWW but “Groaaaaaan.”  It’s tender and aching.  I guess I should be thankful that since it’s been root canaled, it can’t actually be the tooth itself aching – it’s just the tissue surrounding it and my jaw.  Soon enough that will go away… I hope.

On a positive note, the dental assistant was such a sweetie – always checking in to see how I was doing since I had informed them that I have dentophobia and agorapobia.  How cool is that?  And their dentist chair … oh la la…. it had a back massager in it.  Between her care and attention and the massager, my anxiety was kept to a minimum.  I was, however, very grateful when the appointment was done as I had started to shake in the chair … weird thing that is … because I wasn’t thinking I was in a bad way, but my body had something else to say about it.

Anyway…

Damn I hate dentsists.

Bye for now.