I don’t like them. “Dentists“. I hate the whole thing, the smell, the drills, the lying down while some one you hardly know has their face 2 inches from yours and is armed with nasty things that drill, and hook, and hurt.
(BTW, it’s really a long time since I had any pain at a dentist, and my place is especially nice, they email me instead of phoning, remove masks to talk to me etc etc. You know the drill ;-)…..)
Today was the occasion of my first crown. Two actually. Lower right 6 and 7. I had a root canal about 25 years ago in London. My then dentist said that he wouldn’t do the root canal himself as I was a horrible patient (weeping sobbing, gibbering, shaking) so he sent me off to The Dental Hospital. This was fine if not scary, but they didn’t do crowns or permanent fillings there. I persuaded the nice man to do a permanent filling and that lasted a few years. Every dentist since then has said that I need a crown but each time I have persuaded them that a new fillling would do the trick. I knew this wouldn’t last and that one day I would have to dig deep into my pockets to fund that crown. Today was that day.
Off I went for my 2 hours in the chair. Those chairs are not designed for short fat people. There’s nowhere to put your arms as your forearms don’t reach the arm rests so you have to link your fingers across your tummy, and then try not to crush your fingers as you hang on for dear life.
I was so, so pleased with myself and my lovely CI as I could make out what the dentist was saying, and so new what was going to happen next and could open/close/bite at the appropriate times. It wasn’t always this way. Once, BCI (Before Cochlear Implant) I bit his finger when I mistook some instruction or other for “bite down”. You know, being able to hear the instructions and noises makes it a much better experience all round
They drilled and fiddled and made impression after impression after impression before sending me on my way with temporary crowns.
Then I got home and the damn thing came out.
I sent a text to MLM who rang the dentist’s office. They emailed me straight away and said come back straight away.
This wasn’t so much fun. The nurse kept forgetting to remove her mask, plus she forgot she had a phobic patient. Yuck. Unpleasant. But I survived.
The good news is that the CIs did help. It was less yuck than it would have been.
The bad news is what gummy food to have for dinner tonight.