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I went down early to my appointment to have a fluoride treatment of my tooth before the cavity gets filled because the student doing it had an opening. I sat down in the dentist's chair and I listened to the sounds about the room, the genial nature of the place. It really was quite lovely, despite being a teaching setting.
Then she had to make a mold of my mouth. This was pretty cool in the end, but sitting there half-choking on the putty she's got shoved against my palate wasn't at all pleasant. The thing kept me from swallowing, and I had to fight panic and remember to breathe through my nose and ignore the impulse to swallow at all. When she pulled it off, I thought for sure she was going to take some teeth with it at first, being that she pulled and my mouth kept going with. Eventually, it did come off and I got to see the plaster mold, which was kinda cool.
I had to get a single-tooth x-ray again, which means they shoved the painy, cutty radiograph film cartridge in my mouth again and then put the x-ray pulser at my face again and again I flinched at having it so near my eyes. I didn't get to see what that told her, but I hope it was necessary.
feiran, you would have hated this: she proceded to clean only the right side of my mouth. Presumably, before I get the cavity filled, I will have both sides cleaned, but that doesn't help when my right side is all achy and bleeding and the left is still as plaque-y as it was going in. Oh yes, there was a lot of blood, which is what I get, I suppose, both for not going to a hygeinist in three years and for going to a student. She scraped a lot at my front bottom teeth, and the noises were quite disconcertingly like someone filing off pieces of my teeth. I also got flossed, which was...weird. Having someone else floss you is weird.
A real DDS came in to look at my case and my tooth, and he pronounced her ready to go, so I assume that means she didn't in fact carve off slices of my teeth or make me bleed in any way that wasn't my own damn fault for not flossing and going to the dentist regularly. I got some pink fluoride stuff stuck into styrofoam tooth molds and told to sit then not eat/drink for an hour or brush my teeth tonight. That last part kills me as my 'cleaning present' was a thing of floss, a small tube of toothpaste, and a new brush (bizarrely, I was given a 'youth' toothbrush, which is teeny-headed).
Bring on the cavity filling, I say. Not like it could be much more alarming...right?
Then she had to make a mold of my mouth. This was pretty cool in the end, but sitting there half-choking on the putty she's got shoved against my palate wasn't at all pleasant. The thing kept me from swallowing, and I had to fight panic and remember to breathe through my nose and ignore the impulse to swallow at all. When she pulled it off, I thought for sure she was going to take some teeth with it at first, being that she pulled and my mouth kept going with. Eventually, it did come off and I got to see the plaster mold, which was kinda cool.
I had to get a single-tooth x-ray again, which means they shoved the painy, cutty radiograph film cartridge in my mouth again and then put the x-ray pulser at my face again and again I flinched at having it so near my eyes. I didn't get to see what that told her, but I hope it was necessary.
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A real DDS came in to look at my case and my tooth, and he pronounced her ready to go, so I assume that means she didn't in fact carve off slices of my teeth or make me bleed in any way that wasn't my own damn fault for not flossing and going to the dentist regularly. I got some pink fluoride stuff stuck into styrofoam tooth molds and told to sit then not eat/drink for an hour or brush my teeth tonight. That last part kills me as my 'cleaning present' was a thing of floss, a small tube of toothpaste, and a new brush (bizarrely, I was given a 'youth' toothbrush, which is teeny-headed).
Bring on the cavity filling, I say. Not like it could be much more alarming...right?
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Date: 2006-02-08 09:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-08 09:29 pm (UTC)I keep getting harrassed over this stupid baby tooth that I have with each visit (it's genetic: I have no adult tooth under it, so it never fell out). I can't imagine if I had something like that that is less...regular?
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Date: 2006-02-08 09:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-08 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-09 02:31 am (UTC)the dentist will always be a huge huge fear of mine, though. i will never be less afraid.
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Date: 2006-02-09 07:07 am (UTC)I hate the dentist. Mine from childhood refused to see me when i got older, something about me being able to bite more? Yes he has scars. I hate the sounds but worse is the smell. The smell of dental offices make my mouth hurt and my eyes water.
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Date: 2006-02-09 03:06 pm (UTC)Still, never was afraid of the dentist. I got a baby tooth cavity filled, had several teeth pulled (painfully, even), and bit through my tongue a few times when I went to eat despite being on novocaine. X-rays, tooth-scraping, polishing, no big. The only time I remember being a bit scared was when they put me under for my wisdom teeth extraction, and that had more to do with never having gone under anaesthesia before than the oral surgeon (who was the most faaaaaaabulous man with three kids and a wife I've ever met).