Welcome to another edition of Thursday somethingorother! (What do we call it again?) I do remember that Kat is our fearless leader! Head back over there to find the next participant!
1.) Allergies much?
2.) Worst dentist experience ever.
3.) Describe a "new road" you've taken in your life.
4.) What would you say to a mouse who could talk?
5.) Who is the best listener you know? What makes him or her such a good listener?
He said I needed a root canal.
I say he was full of crap and perhaps had an unforeseen bill to pay.
This root canal had to happen in two parts. The first part consisted of drilling the heck out of my tooth to make a little hole. In that hole he stuffed bleach soaked pieces of gauze of some sort.
That stayed in for a week.
Part two is when he takes all of that out and actually goes down further and does whatever it is that sick minds do to the gaping bowel of a tooth.
We discovered at this appointment that the area wouldn't freeze.
Every time he would drill I jumped about a foot and cringed. He put in some more freezing and we waited for it to do it's job.
Sidetrack with me for a moment to another time....
Did I forget to mention to you that even in high school I would cry my way to the dentist? Some people say that the needles don't hurt. I think those people lie.
One time I had get a needle right in the front of my gums. Yup, the hard part right above your front teeth.
You all shuddered right then, didn't you?
It. Hurt. So. Bad! I actually managed an "Ow!" while he had the thing still in. Once he took it out I looked at him and said "Well, that wasn't very nice. What did I ever do to you???" He laughed. He thought it was funny. News flash.... I didn't think so.
Back to the story:
Again, another needle, only this time he jabbed it right down into that gaping hole.
He kept at it. And at it. And at it.
Finally he looked at me with more sympathy than I've ever seen out of a dentist and just said, "I'm really sorry. I'll go as fast as I can!"
And he continued, because a root canal half done is not a good thing!
I kept my eyes focused on the TV above my head and held onto that remote control so tight I'm amazed I didn't break it. I would involuntarily jump every time he hit a nerve. Tears were streaming out of my eyes. The dental assistant just stared in horror. She was very kind to ask at one point if I was okay.
I never went back to that dentist. I know technically it wasn't his fault. Sort of.
And next time I need a root canal, or have to get a rotten tooth pulled so I can get beautiful, white, straight dentures, they will have to knock me unconscious first. A freight train might do the trick. And hurt far less.
An oldie but a goodie! Enjoy!