Chicklet
plays well with self
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Okay, I don't think I have an actual good reason to hate dentists. I actually feel sorta sorry for them - everybody hates the dentist! I think it has something to do with our social boundaries, you know, and our personal space bubbles... the dentist is RIGHT THERE in your face, getting in your mouth, and makes the most stable of us have slight anxiety attacks.
Especially those of us who are supposed to take medication for anxiety, and don't.
Anyways, my overwhelming, and ridiculous, fear of the dentist kept me away from one for a good seven years. Finally, I've sort of woken up and realized I'm an idiot, found a local dentist, a good dosage for valium, and am trying to take care of my mouth.
Graceanne, this part's for you.
My previous dentist was my family dentist. A few hours south, where I grew up. He saw my brother, my mother, my father, and me, all through my childhood until I stopped going, and they moved to California. (God, you think when you turn 18 YOU'LL be the one to leave the state... instead, the family deserts you!) I saw him for the few caveties I'd had in my youth (yeah, 'cause i'm old now...DON'T YOU ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!)
My teeth have been hurting SOOO much. So I'm going to the dentist. I go in, and guess what, pretty much everything that's hurting is because my previous dentist is a dumbass. He filled my caveties poorly, and the fillings were coming out, newer, more exciting decay was growing in the old places that were supposed to be better. In one instance, the cavetie (that looks like it's spelled wrong, I don't know what i'm doing, and I apologize) was between my teeth, and he didn't close it all the way, so it's an extra super painful spot that I can never keep clean even with floss, and will have to be re-done.
So I get to get my dentist torture once a month for the next few months (shiver) two appointments down so far, this last one leaving me bruised and swollen to all hell. Argh.
anyways.
that's my rant.
the end.
Especially those of us who are supposed to take medication for anxiety, and don't.
Anyways, my overwhelming, and ridiculous, fear of the dentist kept me away from one for a good seven years. Finally, I've sort of woken up and realized I'm an idiot, found a local dentist, a good dosage for valium, and am trying to take care of my mouth.
Graceanne, this part's for you.
My previous dentist was my family dentist. A few hours south, where I grew up. He saw my brother, my mother, my father, and me, all through my childhood until I stopped going, and they moved to California. (God, you think when you turn 18 YOU'LL be the one to leave the state... instead, the family deserts you!) I saw him for the few caveties I'd had in my youth (yeah, 'cause i'm old now...DON'T YOU ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!)
My teeth have been hurting SOOO much. So I'm going to the dentist. I go in, and guess what, pretty much everything that's hurting is because my previous dentist is a dumbass. He filled my caveties poorly, and the fillings were coming out, newer, more exciting decay was growing in the old places that were supposed to be better. In one instance, the cavetie (that looks like it's spelled wrong, I don't know what i'm doing, and I apologize) was between my teeth, and he didn't close it all the way, so it's an extra super painful spot that I can never keep clean even with floss, and will have to be re-done.
So I get to get my dentist torture once a month for the next few months (shiver) two appointments down so far, this last one leaving me bruised and swollen to all hell. Argh.
anyways.
that's my rant.
the end.