4.27.05 What Kind of Dentist Is This?
This morning after work, I had an appointment at the Dentist.
It was to be my first tooth extraction. *shudders*
I was nervous all day, eating like a starving man that knows this incredible opportunity to eat may never come again. No, I didn't choose refined foods. My food choices consisted of chilly dogs, Chicken Parmesan, and dough-nuts. The farther along the night went, and as my appointment time drew ever more close, the more cramped up my whole body became. My stomach decided to take a roller coaster ride, my muscles decided I had just ran a marathon, and my intestines screamed at me in rebuke for all the fatty foods I had ingested. Suffice to say; I was miserable.
All the guys at work were teasing me relentlessly. Which was all in good fun, but it made my fear increase to DEF CON Four. Endorphins were released, Adrenalin was pumping, and my eyes were near to bursting with unshed frightened tears. I am proud to say, I did not cry. I had no reason too.
After work, I stopped by my house and picked up my husband. He was not just there for moral support, but also in case I did not feel like driving home. Or was not able to drive. Or was dead from mouth torture. Or...
We arrived one minute before my appointment time; I filled out all required paperwork and then they ushered me into The Chair. I have nightmares about that chair.
They take an ex-ray and the nice lady tells me the doctor will be in to see me soon. I sit there tensely for about ten minutes, which seems like an eternity stretched upon the rack awaiting torture.
The Doctor arrives. As he looks at my tiny ex-ray, he asks how I am feeling. I tell him I am extremely nervous. He asks why. I tell him of my bad experience. He continues to look at that stupid ex-ray and pronounces that yes, the tooth must be removed.
But, not today. No, not today. I repeat this back to him like a parrot, only mimicking because I do not truly understand because of my fear. He smiles a knowing smile, and my eyes narrow.
No, not today, he says. It has become abscessed, and will hurt if I remove it today. I think I blinked. Probably. Blink. So, he prescribes some penicillin and wants to see me again in ten days. He also prescribes a single anxiety pill for me to take one hour before my appointment, so that I can come in relaxed and not be so afraid.
In reality, I felt a bit cheapened. I wasted all that worry on nothing. I went through no pain. Didn't even see a drill or pliers. What kind of dentist is this!
A humane one! Thank God!
It was to be my first tooth extraction. *shudders*
I was nervous all day, eating like a starving man that knows this incredible opportunity to eat may never come again. No, I didn't choose refined foods. My food choices consisted of chilly dogs, Chicken Parmesan, and dough-nuts. The farther along the night went, and as my appointment time drew ever more close, the more cramped up my whole body became. My stomach decided to take a roller coaster ride, my muscles decided I had just ran a marathon, and my intestines screamed at me in rebuke for all the fatty foods I had ingested. Suffice to say; I was miserable.
All the guys at work were teasing me relentlessly. Which was all in good fun, but it made my fear increase to DEF CON Four. Endorphins were released, Adrenalin was pumping, and my eyes were near to bursting with unshed frightened tears. I am proud to say, I did not cry. I had no reason too.
After work, I stopped by my house and picked up my husband. He was not just there for moral support, but also in case I did not feel like driving home. Or was not able to drive. Or was dead from mouth torture. Or...
We arrived one minute before my appointment time; I filled out all required paperwork and then they ushered me into The Chair. I have nightmares about that chair.
They take an ex-ray and the nice lady tells me the doctor will be in to see me soon. I sit there tensely for about ten minutes, which seems like an eternity stretched upon the rack awaiting torture.
The Doctor arrives. As he looks at my tiny ex-ray, he asks how I am feeling. I tell him I am extremely nervous. He asks why. I tell him of my bad experience. He continues to look at that stupid ex-ray and pronounces that yes, the tooth must be removed.
But, not today. No, not today. I repeat this back to him like a parrot, only mimicking because I do not truly understand because of my fear. He smiles a knowing smile, and my eyes narrow.
No, not today, he says. It has become abscessed, and will hurt if I remove it today. I think I blinked. Probably. Blink. So, he prescribes some penicillin and wants to see me again in ten days. He also prescribes a single anxiety pill for me to take one hour before my appointment, so that I can come in relaxed and not be so afraid.
In reality, I felt a bit cheapened. I wasted all that worry on nothing. I went through no pain. Didn't even see a drill or pliers. What kind of dentist is this!
A humane one! Thank God!
posted by Mighty Meagan | 4/27/2005 10:49:00 PM
2 Comments:
So now you must tell us the stories about your "past dentist experiences." And I love your storytelling style. It's brilliant.
Thanks guys for the support. It helps. Seriously, I am feeling like I have been hit several times with a huge truck. . . Maybe a hummer... more like a tank.
Thanks for liking my style! *cheesy grin*
Hugs to all
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