I dislike the dentist.
I am so uncomfortable in that chair, I physically shake the entire visit.
I begin dreading the visit two days before I have to go, once I get the friendly reminder call stating I have an appointment, I get anxiety.
If they cancel my appointment, due to their emergency I never call back to reschedule.
This is the way I have been all my life.
I feel this attracts certain kinds of dentists, bad ones.
As a child I remember, the screeching drills, the squeaking of the filling going into my head the nausea I would feel from swallowing my own blood, and the smell of over heated drilling equipment, which still freaks me out.
I believe my first dentist was a sadist, he did not believe you needed anesthesia for fillings.
I've had about seven dentists in my lifetime.
One of them put a crown on my tooth and drilled a screw out the side of my tooth and left it there.
Two dentists later, it was discovered that the reason I couldn't floss, was because the screw was in the way.
Bad luck? I think not, just bad dentists.
They over charge you more than what your insurance
(if your lucky enough to have dental coverage)
will pay and they expect you to take out a loan to pay the rest.
Last year I was supposed to get two crowns on my teeth. He told me it'll be about one thousand dollars, out of pocket, which I would have to charge.
I told him, "no I'd rather go on a trip". He was shocked. "What if you have problems while you're outside the country", he balked.
I told him I was sure there were dentists all over the world.
So I went to Italy, bad teeth and all.
I still need to have the crowns put on, but the one is from the other bad dentist who left the screw sticking out.
I"m thinking of sending him this bill.
Dentists do not have guarantees.
You are probably wondering what the hell this has to do with art or mosaics....absolutely nothing.
I just went to the dentist, that's all, and my mouth is sore.
I have such a phobia over dentist, that to clean my teeth, the dental hygienist numbs my entire mouth, she got tired of waiting for me to open wide, and each time she touched a tooth I would jerk my head. I would be grasping the chair arms sinking lower and lower she constantly telling me to come back.
I admit, I am a terrible dental patient.
I wonder what life experiences cause a person to become a dentist?
Unlike a doctor, you are not in a group of like professionals, having lunch, sharing cases, discussing modes of cures. You are alone with a small staff, working in a confined cave of mucus and bad breath.
Now if you are on this career path of giving good dental health, I do not want my words to discourage you, just be good at what you do, and be aware going in...this is not a glamourous job.
People will not want to come and see you, they may even dread it.
I am hoping the dentist I have now is a good one....at least he is mostly painless,
for this I pay extra.
Now I need to call to schedule the two crowns...perhaps I'll go on another trip instead.
I needed to release this angst thanks for listening.
I'm sorry if I made anyone feel queazy.
I do know that good dental health leads to good physical health....which is why I endure.
Good health, love and peace,
Janice
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