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Debi2234
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- Jan 8, 2013
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First let me say that I found this website yesterday. I read posts for over an hour! It helped enough that I actually took the phone book out to look for a dentist. Hopefully soon I'll actually make a much needed appointment. Many moons ago when my sister was 11 years old, she went into the hospital to have 8 teeth extracted. It turns out she was allergic to anesthesia and she actually died, but thankfully was revived. She spent 10 days in the ICU with failed kidneys and liver damage. We were on edge not knowing if we'd still have her one day to the next. After this incident, my mother put the fear of God into us as far as going to the dentist, and that was 20+ years ago. About 7 years ago my mouth was in serious pain and I finally had to go to the dentist. Turns out I needed a root canal and I swear I almost had a nervous breakdown - I actually got copies of my sister's medical records and brought them to the dentist before the procedure and MADE him look through them. Well, I made it - but never went back for the post and crown; thats my first issue. Now, this week I had a piece of tartar with a small piece of my tooth attached pop out of my mouth. I don't SEEM to have much of a tartar problem in my mouth, with the exception of the back of my lower front teeth. This is where it came from and its the second time its happened. It was black on one side which scared the heck out of me. My teeth aren't loose, and don't usually bother me, but sometimes my gums there are sore. My fear is that when they start to clean my teeth, that they will become loose because that tartar is holding them in place. Somebody once told me that couldn't happen - then my step son (who is taking dental assisting - go figure) told me that a "bridge of tartar can be whats holding your teeth in your mouth! UGH! Secondly, I'm kind of scared that if they start picking or cleaning the tooth that had the root canal, that it will chip or fall out, because I believe thats the next step for that tooth since its dead. Finally, I am embarassed to tell them that I haven't been to the dentist in so long, and for them to see the decay behind my teeth. I know I have a unique story why (what happened to my sister) but I almost feel foolish thinking that I'm going to go in, sit in the chair, then go into this big explanation as to why I haven't been . . . . *sigh*