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nervouswreck
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I'm not sure what scares me more, the root canals or the awful assistant who saw to me today. I went in for my first appt in ages. The last one was an emergency, but my grandmother offered to pay to fix my front teeth so I'm not going to turn that down! I'm scared to death, but there are options to manage it, such as being sedated. I can handle that. I've done it before. Sitting down long enough to have the IV put in was an adventure, to say the least!
I saw the actual dentist for maybe a total of five minutes, and was left with this awful assistant who needs to look into a different occupation. Something not dealing with people. I told her I was scared, and she acted like she didn't care either way, even gave me the 'shut up, already' look. Ok, I can deal with that. Maybe I won't have to deal with her the next time; there are like ten different assistants working in that office. She finally took my warnings of nervousness into account and gave me a prescription for valium. Great, but it doesn't work. At this point I wanted to get out of there.
Just like the last dentist I went to, I was perfectly honest with my feelings with this woman. I told her that my teeth looking the way they did made me feel ugly. Instead of being kind about it, she just looked at me and said 'Yeah, they really do'.
I bit my tongue while she explained what needed to be done. My grandmother was waiting for me, it was almost over. Until she decided to embarrass the life out of me by explaining everything to my grandmother in the waiting room full of people. As if I didn't feel bad enough as it was.
I've been home for almost an hour and a half, still crying my eyes out over this. If I wasn't scared and nervous before, that really sealed it. No one in my family is being really sympathetic to my fears (or my feelings) and I didn't know where to go.
I really need to have this done, but after that I'm not sure I want to go back.
(For a first post, that is a bit of a doozy, haha!)
I saw the actual dentist for maybe a total of five minutes, and was left with this awful assistant who needs to look into a different occupation. Something not dealing with people. I told her I was scared, and she acted like she didn't care either way, even gave me the 'shut up, already' look. Ok, I can deal with that. Maybe I won't have to deal with her the next time; there are like ten different assistants working in that office. She finally took my warnings of nervousness into account and gave me a prescription for valium. Great, but it doesn't work. At this point I wanted to get out of there.
Just like the last dentist I went to, I was perfectly honest with my feelings with this woman. I told her that my teeth looking the way they did made me feel ugly. Instead of being kind about it, she just looked at me and said 'Yeah, they really do'.
I bit my tongue while she explained what needed to be done. My grandmother was waiting for me, it was almost over. Until she decided to embarrass the life out of me by explaining everything to my grandmother in the waiting room full of people. As if I didn't feel bad enough as it was.
I've been home for almost an hour and a half, still crying my eyes out over this. If I wasn't scared and nervous before, that really sealed it. No one in my family is being really sympathetic to my fears (or my feelings) and I didn't know where to go.
I really need to have this done, but after that I'm not sure I want to go back.
(For a first post, that is a bit of a doozy, haha!)