I hate the dentist.
Ok, I've been a bad boy and haven't gone to the dentist in MANY years. We're probably talking about 15 or 16 years. However, in that time, apart from the squinty teeth that I have and the odd bit of plaque build up as is normal when you don't get a spit and polish once every 6 months, my teeth have been totally fine.
So, my good lady recently forced me into going to the dentist. With threats of oral cancer ringing in my ears I gave in and went along for a check up. I was informed I need a few fillings and a clean up but nothing major. So, first appointment comes and go's and the right side of my mouth is sorted out. The following week I go get the left hand side looked at.
Never have I felt as much pain as this woman put me through. I'm assuming my jag didn't kick in cos this was utter agony. The high pitched noise drill almost had me spewing or passing out dur to the sheer noise of it penetrating my brain. Then she got started with the other, more action packed I'm gonna rip your teeth out, drill.
Sitting there, wondering if having my knee crushed in a vice would be as painful as this, I was also kinda wondering to myself 'What is that strange smell of burning'. Thinking nothing of it I lay there wishing to die when BAM!!!! A very large noise in my mouth and the damn drill goes rocketing off out of the dentist's hand backwards across the room and onto the floor.
Cue stunned silence from everyone involved and then the dentist apprentice goes and picks it up, wipes it off and hey presto we're off and running again. With the same smell of burning. By the time I left and made my last payment towards the 70 this pleasurable experience cost me, I never wanted to see a dentist again.
But no.
A week full of agonising sensitivity has been my lot. Breathing hurts as the cold air is penetrating something or other. So I went back today and was told that a filling has cracked. I got it sealed up with fluoride and if it isn't better in 3 days I've to get my filling replaced.
Oh great. This time they will be pumping me full of morphine.
I'm not a happy bloke.
Ok, I've been a bad boy and haven't gone to the dentist in MANY years. We're probably talking about 15 or 16 years. However, in that time, apart from the squinty teeth that I have and the odd bit of plaque build up as is normal when you don't get a spit and polish once every 6 months, my teeth have been totally fine.
So, my good lady recently forced me into going to the dentist. With threats of oral cancer ringing in my ears I gave in and went along for a check up. I was informed I need a few fillings and a clean up but nothing major. So, first appointment comes and go's and the right side of my mouth is sorted out. The following week I go get the left hand side looked at.
Never have I felt as much pain as this woman put me through. I'm assuming my jag didn't kick in cos this was utter agony. The high pitched noise drill almost had me spewing or passing out dur to the sheer noise of it penetrating my brain. Then she got started with the other, more action packed I'm gonna rip your teeth out, drill.
Sitting there, wondering if having my knee crushed in a vice would be as painful as this, I was also kinda wondering to myself 'What is that strange smell of burning'. Thinking nothing of it I lay there wishing to die when BAM!!!! A very large noise in my mouth and the damn drill goes rocketing off out of the dentist's hand backwards across the room and onto the floor.
Cue stunned silence from everyone involved and then the dentist apprentice goes and picks it up, wipes it off and hey presto we're off and running again. With the same smell of burning. By the time I left and made my last payment towards the 70 this pleasurable experience cost me, I never wanted to see a dentist again.
But no.
A week full of agonising sensitivity has been my lot. Breathing hurts as the cold air is penetrating something or other. So I went back today and was told that a filling has cracked. I got it sealed up with fluoride and if it isn't better in 3 days I've to get my filling replaced.
Oh great. This time they will be pumping me full of morphine.
I'm not a happy bloke.
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i have dentist phobia too... I have made one trip to the dentist in the last 14 years...
your story is not motivating me to go back- even with the promise of morphine...
good luck
Your dentist experience sounds terrible! I got a card the other day saying my 6 month check up is due...now I'm scared.