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Jenny_92
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Hey guys, so I posted this to my journal but I know this gets more traffic and right now I NEED support. So here's the posting.
I Don't Think I Can Title This...
So today was my second cleaning appointment...
I Don't Think I Can Title This...
So today was my second cleaning appointment...
This is my emotion right now:
I haven't stopped crying since I left the place, over and hour and a half ago and I'm pretty sure I'm having an emotional breakdown.
Allow me to explain.
So anybody who has read my anything about me knows that me and hygienists don't work. When I went to my last cleaning appointment I met Roz who is the nicest hygienist on the planet.
She made me feel so good about everything that I booked another appointment for today.
I know this will sound insane and crazy but I had a bad feeling about today. I can't explain it but everything seemed...weird today.
First my dad and I didn't get our usual parking spot, then we had to walk on the other side of the road to get to the dentist.
I know it sounds weird but that never happens. My gut kept saying something is wrong but I ignored it assuming it was the phobia.
Anyways I went up to the second floor and waited. I was way more nervous then last time and something told me something was wrong I had to get out of there.
But I didn't listen.
Oh and by the way that receptionist I didn't like, yeah the entire time she made personal calls. On company time. And ignored everybody. She ought to be fired.
Anyways the moment of truth, I head footsteps and...
Someone else emerged.
Roz was not cleaning my teeth today.
Me:
She looked exactly like the woman I had as a kid, the one who gave me a phobia in the first place.
Anyways, I went back with her and my dad actually said at this point he too had a bad feeling.
So we go back to the room and she told me what her name was. I don't remember and frankly I never want to remember that woman's name again
I told her I had dental phobia, a high gag reflex and had an issue with fluoride.
She blew me off. She just said to me "well you shouldn't swallow fluoride. It will give you a tummy ache."
I KNOW THAT. It's kind of hard to spit it out when a hand is clamped ON your mouth which I tried to say but she sort of ignored me.
Anyways, she put the chair back way father then I'm used to and then used the ultrasonic thingy.
It wasn't too bad. Then she scraped. And I don't mean the scraping like before. I mean brutal, hurts like hell scraping where I thought she was ripping my mouth open.
She was hurting me and I kept saying "ow" but she ignored me!
At one point I put my hand up, surely she would know a stop signal right?
Nope. She gave me the suction thing to get rid of the blood and when back to work.
SHE IGNORED ME.
My worst fears about the hygienist came true today. And it was a sad day for me and for Altima Dental I believe because they shouldn't employ such a person.
Anyways, continuing on. If that wasn't bad enough she said I have no excuse for not brushing my teeth all the time.
No I don't. But last time I checked people with perfectly healthy mouths DID NOT brush four times a day either.
Yeah she blew off everything I said to her. At that point I held in my tears but they started to leak out.
I felt like a two year old.
I wanted to leave. I wanted to bite her finger like a little kid apparently did to her once (GO KID!)
Anyways, she told me all this stuff I have to do and I understood that part. You have to attack aggressively if I'm going to get my gums healthy.
But here's the problem. She doesn't know me or my backstory. She didn't let me explain that my hormonal changes (I have a hormonal issue) causes my teeth to become more red and inflamed while I'm on my period.
I tried telling her that, because I'm currently on said period (And by the way sorry if this is TMI I just felt it needs to be explained)
But once again she looked at me like I was insane.
She said she can't do it for me, I have to do it myself. And that I'll go through this the rest of my life if I don't do anything about it now.
I KNOW THAT WHY DO YOU THINK I'M THERE.
I also told her about that pesky baby tooth that I wanted her to keep away from. Once again I was ignored.
Here's the other thing: I didn't stop shaking the whole time. I've NEVER done that. I just couldn't stop. And I was so nervous I kept scratching my hand UNTIL it bled. I took the skin clear off. That's how scared and in pain I was.
Oh and the other tidbit: She told me to open my mouth bigger and bigger. I opened as wide as I could and she told me it wasn't big enough!
What the heck was I supposed to do? Magically get a bigger mouth?
Stupid idiot.
Anyways, she gave me a whole bunch of stuff to use when I got home and a new regime.
The problem is I barely remember it.
I don't care though I know what I'm supposed to do.
AND ANOTHER THING.
Roz never said anything about how bad my gums were or all this other crap she was sprouting off (Did I mention she told me she couldn't actually see properly in my mouth) so I'm wondering about this chick. She went to school in the 80s I guess that says it all.
Anyways, once I was done I went out of there. Saw my dad and burst into tears. I tried to make it till I was outside but I just couldn't.
So I burst into tears and ran away with people staring at me.
I told my Dad and Mom who are intent on phoning Altima and getting the woman fired. The problem is... how do I know that isn't what they do? What part was my phobia and what part was too far?
*Sighs*
So that's how I wound up on this board pleading for help. I just need major support right now.
Especially since it's been 2 hours now and I haven't stopped crying.
(Oh and also I made another check up with the hygienist for the 23rd of March, actually Miss. Evil Hygienist made it without asking, luckily I said I wanted to Roz and got her)