chaoticharmony
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- Apr 26, 2018
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Hi everyone!
I posted this first part in the support section, sorry for starting off with repetition!
I’m 39 and I hadn’t been to the dentist in almost 15 years before Monday. My mother wasn’t the greatest at taking me to the dentist when I was a kid (only took me once because I broke a tooth), so I really didn’t learn good dental habits in my youth. When I was old enough to have my own insurance I never went for cleanings, only for painful emergencies. On the last emergency visit I had a terrible experience. It was at a health department, the dentist was in training and he broke off two teeth he was trying to pull. He hadn’t given me enough numbing medication, he wouldn’t listen that I was really hurting, and he just didn’t care. My teeth are awful because of genetics and being a type 1 diabetic but he blamed me completely for my teeth breaking off and he was just mean. Since it was a health department, they only did simple extractions and since my teeth broke it was now complicated and they couldn’t help me. I was devastated.
Over the next 15 years my teeth went from bad to worse. They were chipping, breaking, decaying no matter how much I brushed, flossed and rinsed. They always hurt but I just could not bring myself to go back to any dentist.
Last week I had three teeth break in two days. I knew I couldn’t put it off anymore because it’s too painful (and looks even worse) so my husband made an appointment for me with his dental office. We told them on the phone just how bad everything was and how scared I was and they told me not to worry, that they would take care of me.
Monday came, I was panicking ...vomiting....the works. I almost canceled 3x. When I actually got to the office my anxiety was completely out of control and I started pacing in the waiting area. They were running late which made it even worse.
I finally got called back and the assistant took me straight to the big x-ray machine. She knew how scared I was and she was awesome at being reassuring. The dentist was just as awesome. He told me off the bat that this wasn’t my fault, that he was going to do everything he could for me. However! He confirmed my worst fear...that my teeth couldn’t be saved. All the top ones are broken, rotted, etc. He can save 6 bottom but the rest of those have to go - along with the roots of the ones the other dentist broke. He knew I was in tremendous pain so he got me into the oral surgeon the very next day and the oral surgeon was able to schedule me quickly, too.
My surgery is scheduled for Wednesday at 8:30am under general anesthesia. I’m having 20 teeth extracted and I’m freaking out!
I posted this first part in the support section, sorry for starting off with repetition!
I’m 39 and I hadn’t been to the dentist in almost 15 years before Monday. My mother wasn’t the greatest at taking me to the dentist when I was a kid (only took me once because I broke a tooth), so I really didn’t learn good dental habits in my youth. When I was old enough to have my own insurance I never went for cleanings, only for painful emergencies. On the last emergency visit I had a terrible experience. It was at a health department, the dentist was in training and he broke off two teeth he was trying to pull. He hadn’t given me enough numbing medication, he wouldn’t listen that I was really hurting, and he just didn’t care. My teeth are awful because of genetics and being a type 1 diabetic but he blamed me completely for my teeth breaking off and he was just mean. Since it was a health department, they only did simple extractions and since my teeth broke it was now complicated and they couldn’t help me. I was devastated.
Over the next 15 years my teeth went from bad to worse. They were chipping, breaking, decaying no matter how much I brushed, flossed and rinsed. They always hurt but I just could not bring myself to go back to any dentist.
Last week I had three teeth break in two days. I knew I couldn’t put it off anymore because it’s too painful (and looks even worse) so my husband made an appointment for me with his dental office. We told them on the phone just how bad everything was and how scared I was and they told me not to worry, that they would take care of me.
Monday came, I was panicking ...vomiting....the works. I almost canceled 3x. When I actually got to the office my anxiety was completely out of control and I started pacing in the waiting area. They were running late which made it even worse.
I finally got called back and the assistant took me straight to the big x-ray machine. She knew how scared I was and she was awesome at being reassuring. The dentist was just as awesome. He told me off the bat that this wasn’t my fault, that he was going to do everything he could for me. However! He confirmed my worst fear...that my teeth couldn’t be saved. All the top ones are broken, rotted, etc. He can save 6 bottom but the rest of those have to go - along with the roots of the ones the other dentist broke. He knew I was in tremendous pain so he got me into the oral surgeon the very next day and the oral surgeon was able to schedule me quickly, too.
My surgery is scheduled for Wednesday at 8:30am under general anesthesia. I’m having 20 teeth extracted and I’m freaking out!