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Veejay
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- Feb 9, 2019
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- England
Hi,
I've suffered for forty years from a phobia after an incident where the surgery and surrounding area suffered a power failure. I was in the middle of having a filling, and the drill got stuck. The dentist didn't want to break the drill bit, so we waited it out, and the anaesthetic started to wear off. I couldn't leave, as I was attached to the drill. From then on, I couldn't face the dentist chair, and even got the shakes having my hair cut. My teeth got worse until eventually I had a smile like an elephant's graveyard. Finally I reached threshold and bit the bullet (well, sucked it) and found a sympathetic dentist. First visit was a checkup, second and third extractions which were not painful, a sting from the needles and a tugging sensation, that's all. Some swelling, a few paracetamol for the ache, but worth the price to slay a demon that had haunted me so long. Apart from relief I was angry. Angry that I had been lied to by my phobia, my mind full of one potential horror story after another, all unfounded. If you can imagine how a family in hiding would feel to be told by the Police that a criminal who was going to kill them all on his release from prison had died, that's how I feel. Do not let your fear rule you, dentists are not monsters nowadays, they are there to keep you healthy and looking good, and you are walking adverts for their work. Take a deep breath, make that call, take a family member or friend and change your life. Join the smiley liberation front like me. God bless, and all the best x
I've suffered for forty years from a phobia after an incident where the surgery and surrounding area suffered a power failure. I was in the middle of having a filling, and the drill got stuck. The dentist didn't want to break the drill bit, so we waited it out, and the anaesthetic started to wear off. I couldn't leave, as I was attached to the drill. From then on, I couldn't face the dentist chair, and even got the shakes having my hair cut. My teeth got worse until eventually I had a smile like an elephant's graveyard. Finally I reached threshold and bit the bullet (well, sucked it) and found a sympathetic dentist. First visit was a checkup, second and third extractions which were not painful, a sting from the needles and a tugging sensation, that's all. Some swelling, a few paracetamol for the ache, but worth the price to slay a demon that had haunted me so long. Apart from relief I was angry. Angry that I had been lied to by my phobia, my mind full of one potential horror story after another, all unfounded. If you can imagine how a family in hiding would feel to be told by the Police that a criminal who was going to kill them all on his release from prison had died, that's how I feel. Do not let your fear rule you, dentists are not monsters nowadays, they are there to keep you healthy and looking good, and you are walking adverts for their work. Take a deep breath, make that call, take a family member or friend and change your life. Join the smiley liberation front like me. God bless, and all the best x