Apr. 27th, 2004
dentist appointment the first
Apr. 27th, 2004 04:34 pmSo I had my first dental appointment in years this afternoon. Of course it did not go well. I'm having two wisdom teeth removed on Monday. The dentist was so irritable with me, despite my warning on all my paperwork that I'm nervous and a touch phobic. He kept saying "Relax" as he jabbed a prong into my gum to drain the infection over the tooth. If I had known how much this process would hurt, I would have taken my vicodin before the appointment. Then he started scraping at my front teeth, and out of panic I grabbed his hand. How the hell was I supposed to know what was going on? Apparently if I don't get something done there as well, I could lose two lower front teeth. Joy.
So after the wisdom teeth are taken out, I have to make more appointments for cleaning and whatever else must be done. Let's not even talk about the tooth I know is broken on the other side.
The worst part was crying from the pain and panic in front of other people, and then being left in a chair in a room full of dentists and assistant dentists with tears running down my face. My hands and legs were shaking, and it was an effort not to hyperventilate. I felt like such an idiot, and so horrible. I wanted to scream "It's not our fault that my parents and I could not afford dental care or insurance during the first twenty years of my life, and that I've only been to the dentist a half dozen times!" I wish they had warned me before they started stabbing my gums. I clawed a furrow in the chair.
Thank god for the dental insurance though. It will cost lest than $100 to have these teeth pulled. I am so relieved, especially after Richard told me he had to pay nearly $1200 a couple years ago without insurance.
Alan is making stuffed halibut and crab for dinner. Perhaps by eating well I can at least shake some of the blind terror. I've never had surgery of any kind before. During my time in the hospital I was unconscious for nearly all of it. I'm so terrified, which in turn makes me feel stupid. Logically I shouldn't be this way, as most of the people I know have had dental things and lived through them.
So after the wisdom teeth are taken out, I have to make more appointments for cleaning and whatever else must be done. Let's not even talk about the tooth I know is broken on the other side.
The worst part was crying from the pain and panic in front of other people, and then being left in a chair in a room full of dentists and assistant dentists with tears running down my face. My hands and legs were shaking, and it was an effort not to hyperventilate. I felt like such an idiot, and so horrible. I wanted to scream "It's not our fault that my parents and I could not afford dental care or insurance during the first twenty years of my life, and that I've only been to the dentist a half dozen times!" I wish they had warned me before they started stabbing my gums. I clawed a furrow in the chair.
Thank god for the dental insurance though. It will cost lest than $100 to have these teeth pulled. I am so relieved, especially after Richard told me he had to pay nearly $1200 a couple years ago without insurance.
Alan is making stuffed halibut and crab for dinner. Perhaps by eating well I can at least shake some of the blind terror. I've never had surgery of any kind before. During my time in the hospital I was unconscious for nearly all of it. I'm so terrified, which in turn makes me feel stupid. Logically I shouldn't be this way, as most of the people I know have had dental things and lived through them.