Yesterday was my big day with the dentist. Let me just say here that I absolutely loathe going to the dentist. When I was 14 (this was a while back, don't you know) I had a cavity in a molar that abscessed. Nowadays, I would have been prescribed an antibiotic and some pain meds and no work would have been attempted until the infection was gone .....
My mother loaded me into the car and took me to another city, where, according to her was a really good dentist. How she knew this is a mystery, but I was young and innocent and knew better than to question her wisdom. I had been awake all night with the pain.
Leaving me there in the hands of this laughing man, she went shopping! I have learned to question professional people who seem too happy. He was round and jolly, with glasses perched upon his nose. He took a look at my tooth and clasped his hands together, giggling in anticipation, as he told me my troubles would soon be gone.
No sooner had my bottom made contact with the seat when he released the mechanism to put the back down with a little bounce, then I was told to open wide and he jammed a bite block in place. I was terrified and wanted a chance to talk my way out of this situation. Before I could escape a belt was placed across my chest and latched close. Supposedly to help me hold still.
The man was talking and laughing the entire time. Asking me questions and answering them for me, he pulled my head to his sizable belly and held it there while he tried to administer the local anesthesia. I could see everything in the reflection of his glasses. The novocaine had little effect on the infected tissue surrounding the sick tooth. This did not stop him from deciding to take the tooth out!
I wet my pants. Wetting one's pants in public is just as traumatic for a 14 year old girl as having her tooth pulled with very little anesthesia. My mother made light of my experience and was enchanted with how "jolly" the sadistic dentist was.
"Jolly" is not what I look for in a dentist. I lean more towards empathy and the liberal use of pain meds. This is a new dentist I am seeing and he was wonderful. I was in that chair for over two hours! He kept assuring me that I was a really good patient and I can honestly say that other than the injection in the roof of my mouth, I didn't feel the other injections!
He extracted a wisdom tooth and a molar so carefully, I hardly felt the pressure. I took a Vicodin before leaving home and only local anesthesia was used. My jaw is sore and my face is a little swollen, but I have finally found the dentist of my dreams!!
This does not mean that HeWho is off the hook here. I still need special care and lots of it! I spent last night in my recliner with Wall-E tucked in next to me.