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JPeterson
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Hey Guys,
I’m brand new here so please bare with me and my apologies for the length but I really need some help here. I’m desperate.
I have to give a little back story and I’ll try to keep it brief...
First off my, as of today, former dentist is a masochist and I’m not a typical dental patient case.
I’ve been seeing the masochist since I was around 4 I think. I know I was really little. He’s never once been kind to me in or out of the office. I live in a small rural town and he is my uncle’s best friend so we run into each other a lot. I’ve been blessed with my father’s side of the family’s teeth...we have “issues”.
Even when I was a really little kid this man was terrible to me. It’s really hard at that age to explain to the tooth fairy why there’s a 3 under your pillow tonight because you were a big girl that went to the dentist today and they were lose anyway so he pulled them. That traumatized me. Along with a few other medical mishaps in my family that have been proven should’ve never happened has been determined to be a major trigger for my intense anxiety when it comes to doctors of all kinds.
Fast forward to me at 18. My bottom wisdom teeth need to come out. It’s a terrible ordeal because of their positions. He ends up fracturing my jaw in 2 places and I pull out a chunk of my tooth a week later that was “missed cleaning me up”. That intensified my anxiety to a whole new realm.
Fast forward a couple more years to 23. This is where my “non-typical” case begins.
Thanks to my genetics the gums on my lower front teeth are receding and I’m told on a Monday I need gum grafts...immediately. I get a reminder call on Wednesday for my appointment that afternoon. I absolutely didn’t make an appointment for this because I’m so terrified and because I’m going to pretend it’s not happening. I didn’t even tell anyone about needing them. Lo and behold I get dragged in kicking and screaming that afternoon by my dad who had made the appointment. I’m the type of patient that can’t see it, hear it, or feel it so I brought my touque (I’m Canadian) , my iPod and my brand spankin’ new pair of Beats that I stopped to pick up on the way because they were noise cancelling. Masochist decided it was a good time to also pop out my top wisdom teeth as well as do a filling because of them in addition to tissue harvesting, cutting out a muscle that was pulling my gums down, and placing the graft. I wasn’t given a choice. He “numbed” me and started with the left wisdom tooth followed by the filling. I felt everything from the filling on. I signalled this by raising my left hand (the office’s “stop now” sign). He kept pulling my headphones out and refused to let me cover my eyes with my touque because he wanted to make sure I hadn’t bled out yet. Total procedure time: 22 minutes. I’m given strict orders to not bite down on anything for 6-8 weeks and I threw my brand new headphones out because they were covered in blood from his gloves.
I have a few dental field friends that have worked directly under him as assistants. Every single one said it was absolutely unnecessary for that to happen that quick and that much that fast. [/FONT]
I go back for a follow up about a month later. I’m healing well but I’m still at least 2 weeks from biting down on anything. I’ve lost 20 pounds at this point because I can barely eat but doctor knows best right?
Well as my awesome luck would have it I took a line drive with a softball a month to the day after the graft. I’ll spare the gory details but because of my still healing grafts not one of my teeth broke but my jaw did. Major lateral fracture. Super fun stuff. Thankfully, I had people that love me witness this and I was immediately cared for. First call was obviously to the masochist. It was a Sunday. He honestly couldn’t be bothered to attend to this emergency even though he was in town and at the office at the time. Instead I was rushed to the hospital 2 hours away. Teeth die VERY quickly after trauma and the 2 hour drive ahead wasn’t looking good for these. I had an incredible medical team meet me at the ER door and by the grace of god they got every single one of my teeth back into place and presumably alive. These people were astounding. They actually listened when I communicated my anxieties and I taught them about blind dentistry. I never felt a single poke with freezing and there were 7 vials injected. I definitely felt nothing after that either. Due to the broken jaw and the way my teeth were reset (brace wire and white filling material) I was told under no circumstances was I to even gently put my teeth together for at least 10-12 weeks. [/FONT]
The masochist never followed up with me but my angel hygienist did. She’s been with me since the beginning and has literally held my hand through every procedure I’ve had done. She was utterly sick about it. I’ve been seeing her every 3-4 months for a cleaning since and we’ve monitored my teeth extensively. It’s been almost 8 years.
She’s told me from the beginning there’s gonna be problems down the line.
Well...today it happened.
One of my bottom teeth has abscessed, it’s taking part of my jaw with it and a root canal and crown is in my immediate future. This isn’t optional. This truly cannot wait. I trust her opinion over everyone else.
My angel has been secretly preparing for this day for a while now it seems. She took the X-rays today and delivered the bad news. Then she called in the newest doctor to the practice rather than the masochist. He confirmed. He told me my options. None of them good. I wasn’t told too much and probably wouldn’t have understood any way but its definitely abscessed and there’s a huge chance it’s completely dead.
He actually listened to my concerns and fears which is a completely new thing for me. I have the option of letting him do it next week or taking the gamble and being referred to a specialist which could take a bit to get in and then however long it takes to do the procedure.
I was completely overwhelmed and heard very little but I was trying to be brave. My angel gave me her number for any and all questions or fears I have once I process all of this but as it stands this road starts next Thursday and will probably be one of a few.
The new dentist suggested doing this without numbing because it’s what he does on little kids. I’m a grown adult but when you put me in the chair I’m essentially a terrified child. Thing is getting the freezing terrifies me just as much as not having it. He told me if I chose it it was going to hurt given where it is and it wouldn’t be as gentle as in the hospital.
This new dentist is fresh out of school. This is his first time at a full time practice. That has me deeply concerned but I’ve also been assured for a year now by my angel that he’s not the masochist and this will be different. I’ve also heard good things but none of those people saying that have the anxiety and deep fear I do.
I’ve also heard/googled that abscess = antibiotics every time. He didn’t prescribe me anything other than high test Ativan. That’s got me worried too. I’m happy for the Ativan because I need it but what about the antibiotics. I’m assuming he didn’t because this came on so slowly and I’ve had zero symptoms of any sort of issue but I really don’t know and can’t be sure.
I need your help here. Did I make the right choice? Should I let him do it? Should I gamble and go with the specialist even if it ends up being a worse scenario? Should I be pushing for antibiotics? Most importantly CAN I DO THIS WITHOUT FREEZING?!?
Please be gentle with your responses. I have zero support on this from my circle. It’s to the point that after I told them about this tonight that people refuse to even drive me to the appointment let alone pick me up.
I’m brand new here so please bare with me and my apologies for the length but I really need some help here. I’m desperate.
I have to give a little back story and I’ll try to keep it brief...
First off my, as of today, former dentist is a masochist and I’m not a typical dental patient case.
I’ve been seeing the masochist since I was around 4 I think. I know I was really little. He’s never once been kind to me in or out of the office. I live in a small rural town and he is my uncle’s best friend so we run into each other a lot. I’ve been blessed with my father’s side of the family’s teeth...we have “issues”.
Even when I was a really little kid this man was terrible to me. It’s really hard at that age to explain to the tooth fairy why there’s a 3 under your pillow tonight because you were a big girl that went to the dentist today and they were lose anyway so he pulled them. That traumatized me. Along with a few other medical mishaps in my family that have been proven should’ve never happened has been determined to be a major trigger for my intense anxiety when it comes to doctors of all kinds.
Fast forward to me at 18. My bottom wisdom teeth need to come out. It’s a terrible ordeal because of their positions. He ends up fracturing my jaw in 2 places and I pull out a chunk of my tooth a week later that was “missed cleaning me up”. That intensified my anxiety to a whole new realm.
Fast forward a couple more years to 23. This is where my “non-typical” case begins.
Thanks to my genetics the gums on my lower front teeth are receding and I’m told on a Monday I need gum grafts...immediately. I get a reminder call on Wednesday for my appointment that afternoon. I absolutely didn’t make an appointment for this because I’m so terrified and because I’m going to pretend it’s not happening. I didn’t even tell anyone about needing them. Lo and behold I get dragged in kicking and screaming that afternoon by my dad who had made the appointment. I’m the type of patient that can’t see it, hear it, or feel it so I brought my touque (I’m Canadian) , my iPod and my brand spankin’ new pair of Beats that I stopped to pick up on the way because they were noise cancelling. Masochist decided it was a good time to also pop out my top wisdom teeth as well as do a filling because of them in addition to tissue harvesting, cutting out a muscle that was pulling my gums down, and placing the graft. I wasn’t given a choice. He “numbed” me and started with the left wisdom tooth followed by the filling. I felt everything from the filling on. I signalled this by raising my left hand (the office’s “stop now” sign). He kept pulling my headphones out and refused to let me cover my eyes with my touque because he wanted to make sure I hadn’t bled out yet. Total procedure time: 22 minutes. I’m given strict orders to not bite down on anything for 6-8 weeks and I threw my brand new headphones out because they were covered in blood from his gloves.
I have a few dental field friends that have worked directly under him as assistants. Every single one said it was absolutely unnecessary for that to happen that quick and that much that fast. [/FONT]
I go back for a follow up about a month later. I’m healing well but I’m still at least 2 weeks from biting down on anything. I’ve lost 20 pounds at this point because I can barely eat but doctor knows best right?
Well as my awesome luck would have it I took a line drive with a softball a month to the day after the graft. I’ll spare the gory details but because of my still healing grafts not one of my teeth broke but my jaw did. Major lateral fracture. Super fun stuff. Thankfully, I had people that love me witness this and I was immediately cared for. First call was obviously to the masochist. It was a Sunday. He honestly couldn’t be bothered to attend to this emergency even though he was in town and at the office at the time. Instead I was rushed to the hospital 2 hours away. Teeth die VERY quickly after trauma and the 2 hour drive ahead wasn’t looking good for these. I had an incredible medical team meet me at the ER door and by the grace of god they got every single one of my teeth back into place and presumably alive. These people were astounding. They actually listened when I communicated my anxieties and I taught them about blind dentistry. I never felt a single poke with freezing and there were 7 vials injected. I definitely felt nothing after that either. Due to the broken jaw and the way my teeth were reset (brace wire and white filling material) I was told under no circumstances was I to even gently put my teeth together for at least 10-12 weeks. [/FONT]
The masochist never followed up with me but my angel hygienist did. She’s been with me since the beginning and has literally held my hand through every procedure I’ve had done. She was utterly sick about it. I’ve been seeing her every 3-4 months for a cleaning since and we’ve monitored my teeth extensively. It’s been almost 8 years.
She’s told me from the beginning there’s gonna be problems down the line.
Well...today it happened.
One of my bottom teeth has abscessed, it’s taking part of my jaw with it and a root canal and crown is in my immediate future. This isn’t optional. This truly cannot wait. I trust her opinion over everyone else.
My angel has been secretly preparing for this day for a while now it seems. She took the X-rays today and delivered the bad news. Then she called in the newest doctor to the practice rather than the masochist. He confirmed. He told me my options. None of them good. I wasn’t told too much and probably wouldn’t have understood any way but its definitely abscessed and there’s a huge chance it’s completely dead.
He actually listened to my concerns and fears which is a completely new thing for me. I have the option of letting him do it next week or taking the gamble and being referred to a specialist which could take a bit to get in and then however long it takes to do the procedure.
I was completely overwhelmed and heard very little but I was trying to be brave. My angel gave me her number for any and all questions or fears I have once I process all of this but as it stands this road starts next Thursday and will probably be one of a few.
The new dentist suggested doing this without numbing because it’s what he does on little kids. I’m a grown adult but when you put me in the chair I’m essentially a terrified child. Thing is getting the freezing terrifies me just as much as not having it. He told me if I chose it it was going to hurt given where it is and it wouldn’t be as gentle as in the hospital.
This new dentist is fresh out of school. This is his first time at a full time practice. That has me deeply concerned but I’ve also been assured for a year now by my angel that he’s not the masochist and this will be different. I’ve also heard good things but none of those people saying that have the anxiety and deep fear I do.
I’ve also heard/googled that abscess = antibiotics every time. He didn’t prescribe me anything other than high test Ativan. That’s got me worried too. I’m happy for the Ativan because I need it but what about the antibiotics. I’m assuming he didn’t because this came on so slowly and I’ve had zero symptoms of any sort of issue but I really don’t know and can’t be sure.
I need your help here. Did I make the right choice? Should I let him do it? Should I gamble and go with the specialist even if it ends up being a worse scenario? Should I be pushing for antibiotics? Most importantly CAN I DO THIS WITHOUT FREEZING?!?
Please be gentle with your responses. I have zero support on this from my circle. It’s to the point that after I told them about this tonight that people refuse to even drive me to the appointment let alone pick me up.
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