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Reading my friend Sociopath74`s blog about his trip to the dentist and him saying how much he dislikes going,and the comments he got made me wonder does anyone like the Dentist? Apart from TKK who likes the Dentists chair but that has nothing to do with hving his teeth seen to 
To read that particular piece you will have to visit his blog http://timekillingkid.blog.co.uk anyway back to the subject at hand. I am absolutely petrified of dentists. Not just your normal I dont like them scared before I go but when I get there I am fine if a bit shakey, kind of scared but to the point where I will not go.If I get an abcess,and I have had a couple,it is my doctor that treats it. Normally a doctor will say thats a dentists job and make you go there. Not mine he knows how scared I am and he treats it. I have always been scared right from the time when I went to the school dentists with my brother and I had a loose tooth,I didn`t have the appointment my brother did. Loose teeth come out on their own eventually so it didn`t bother me. But my big mouth brother told the dentist I had a loose tooth and as he came out the Dentist grabbed my arm sat me in the chair and yanked the tooth out. Now that hurt. The tooth had been fine the normal type of thing that kids go through you know.teeth come out more teeth fill the gap. It didn`t need pulling and this giant of a man pinched my tooth!! I was so shocked at what he had done I didn`t even ask him for it back. Not that it would have mattered cos the Tooth Fairy didn`t visit me anyway but it was the principle of the thing. So my visits to the dentist have always been minimal. Apart from the experience with the school butcher Dentist, I have a real thing about what goes in my mouth. I guess its just one of those things that people have,for instance I was fine watching the Puppet Master untill Leech lady did her thing * shudder*. Now it has never posed a problem because cleaning my teeth on a regular basis etc I never suffered from many problems untill one day I decided to have them cleaned. Everyone told me it was nothing having them cleaned, a friend of mine had them done on a regular basis,I was happy with my teeth but they were not quite as white as hers so I thought ok,I can do that. I made the appointment and I was fine,a little shaky,felt a bit sick,but he wasn`t going to do anything bad,just clean them. Apparently not! The minute I sat in the Chair I started Shaking,when he touched my mouth I jumped. He thought it was funny. I decided I was being stupid after all he couldn`t do any harm he was only cleaning them. I gripped the side of the chair and closed my eyes. He clamped my mouth open and proceeded to do his thing. Now I didn`t know that having your teeth cleaned was supposed to hurt. After a few minutes he gave up,and then he says that I appeared to have sensitive gums. By this time my mouth is full of blood and I am spitting for all I am worth to stop myself from chokingThe moron had cut my Gums,result,a mouth infection. I never went to him again. Years later and bad pregnancies and an illness that recurred a few times before they finally sent it packing and my teeth had begun to suffer. Dentist number two was pretty good. At this time they were still allowed to give you anesthetic to extract teeth. Armed with a letter from the Doctor and a refusal to even open my mouth for him to examine the teeth I got anesthetic for both the examination and the extraction. Cool dont remember a thing. When I went for my check-up however after about three weeks he told me they were no longer allowed to use it. He wasn`t a very nice man and I think the only reason that he had done it in the first place was because he got paid more that way. He told me not to be so soft I was a grown woman,I told him in no uncertain terms where to put his dental chair and his practice,though in a lady like way of course Dentist number three. this guy was a beauty. Major toothache,wisdom teeth had grown wrong and were now giving me heaps of problems.Getting me to a Dentist was not an easy job. Highly reccomended by a friend who also had a dental phobia I went to see the man that she called the Gentle Giant. It was obvious that I was petrified and that was just the examination. He said that because of my obvious fear he would give me an extra injection when he extracted the two teeth that way I would feel nothing at all. So the day dawned and I went scared to death but believing his promise to at least make things easier for me.True to his word he gave me not one but two extra injections and I sat in the chair not being able to feel my mouth at all.He messed about and I could feel a slight twinge,he messed about some more and the twinge became a little more painful. More messing about and I get the feeling that his extra injections may just have been a waste of time as I can now feel everything he is doing to my teeth. more messing about and by now those teeth should have been out. Now he decides he has to cut round the teeth because when he has gone in there he has found that though the teeth themselves have grown hollow and are in fact crumbling when he tries to get hold of them they are deep rooted. So by now the injections are wearing off,and I can feel him cutting my gums. I am now getting to the stage where I am going to be off the chair and gone. Suddenly he says to his assistant after throwing yet another piece of equipment in the bowl ( she is at this time gripping my arm I think in an attempt to keep me in the chair) are the pliars in the bottom drawer.? Excuse me did I hear that right? Dont panic I tells myself he means a piece of dental equipment.doesn`t he? Erm no,he meant pliars,household ones.
He didn`t give me chance to fly out of the chair,kneeling on me pinning me down he proceeded to pull what remained of my teeth out with these pliars and then he slipped and I felt his hand hit my face,the hand with the pliars in. It hurt but all I could think was I had to get out.He helped me up out of the chair and he kept asking if I was alright. I couldn`t speak and I just pushed past him and ran outside. I sat on the wall outside to gather my breath and my senses which were in a whirl. The assistant came out and she told me they had ordered me a taxi to take me home did I want to wait inside? I couldn`t even answer her I just shook my head. The taxi driver was brilliant he knew I couldn`t talk and gave me a piece of paper to write my address on,all the way home he asked me if I wouldn`t be better going on to the hospital as I was fair bleeding and shouldn`t b bleeding that much. I just wanted to go home. My daughter was waiting outside when I got back thats how long it had taken,the appointment had been planned so I would be back home and feeling better by the time they got home from school. Once inside I started throwing up,one of the neighbours that I was friends with came round and took the children to her house for their evening meal. Three days later I was still ill,still bleeding and in a lot of pain. I went to see the doctor. He went ballistic good job he was the Doctor I had been seeing for years the language he came out with disgraceful.
Apparently Mr Gentle Giant had cracked my cheekbone he had taken the wisdom tooth but also taken the tooth next to it which had been fine,probably according to my doctor because he had damaged it when he was attempting to take the wisdom tooth. The second tooth that he was supposed to take out was still there and the wound he had inflicted when cutting into the gum was open and infected. He wanted me to sue him,I refused,like I said then and still say now,it would have cost me money I didn`t have and in the end they would all stick together it was his word against mine and who knows what he would come out with. Still my Doctor was not going to let it rest he wrote to the Dental association and to the senior member of the practice where he worked.I recieved a personally delivered apology from the practice and a huge box of chocolates which the children enjoyed greatly. He recieved a ticking off and a suspension which only lasted a few weeks and probably gave him time to mow the lawn in the huge house he owned. I have never been to the Dentist since. I have been in touch with an orthodontist and he is going to do my teeth for me ( When I raise the money) with the assurance that I will have anesthetic that puts me to sleep,for medical reasons you can apparently have this.
And apart from that rather chilling memory,it is a beautiful day the sun is shining and I think ( finds some wood to touch hastily) the headache I have had for four days has finally gone. Ah tis a grand weekend
