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LittleTinMan
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I hope this is the correct place for this thread.
In my younger years in primary school we had a school dentist on campus. They were mostly new dentists out of university with the exception of a very stern old man that ran the clinic. We were required to goto the dentist every six months and the old man would scold you for not brushing and drinking sugary drinks.
When I was in high school there was no longer the requirement of dental visits so I simply didn’t go. During this time (my teenage years) I developed a taste for soft drink.
In my twenties I still refused to goto the dentist, during this time I also changed all my eating habits to clean whole foods and lost a ton of weight in the process.
I’m now in my early thirties. I’ve watched my brother in law of similar age lose many of his teeth. The remaining teeth are yellow and black. This scares me more than the dentist!
Finally in November I decided enough is enough and took the plunge. It was November and my first appointment wasn’t until December 31.
The month of waiting was awful. In that time I was diagnosed with every conceivable problem by Dr Google. I was making it worse by feeling around with my tongue and making things sore.
The day finally came, I was greeted by the lovely dentist. She sat me down and talked to me noticing how nervous I was and assured me that all will be fine.
A few minutes in she asked me if I drink a lot of soft drinks. At this point I thought it was going to be a repeat of my dentist from my primary school days. It wasn’t at all. She was understanding and happy when I said those days are behind me.
As the appointment went on she was saying numbers and letters to her offsider. Each of the were a cavity. She then went on to do a clean. I had quite a large build up of tartar on my bottom teeth (almost 20 years worth!). This was uncomfortable but not painful. Before I knew it it was all over.
Once I sat up the dentist explained that I had 8 cavities, one of which was very deep. She outlined a treatment plan of a further 4 visits, a booking with a hygienist and xrays for my wisdom teeth (all fine).
While it wasn’t the best news in the world I was elated that there wasn’t any serious work to be done or extractions. I’m sure if I’d gone earlier there would have been far less work.
Please don’t be like me, don’t leave it nearly 20 years because of a bad experience.
I’ll keep adding to this as I go on, so far I’ve been to the initial visit and had two of my fillings done. (The bad one!).
In my younger years in primary school we had a school dentist on campus. They were mostly new dentists out of university with the exception of a very stern old man that ran the clinic. We were required to goto the dentist every six months and the old man would scold you for not brushing and drinking sugary drinks.
When I was in high school there was no longer the requirement of dental visits so I simply didn’t go. During this time (my teenage years) I developed a taste for soft drink.
In my twenties I still refused to goto the dentist, during this time I also changed all my eating habits to clean whole foods and lost a ton of weight in the process.
I’m now in my early thirties. I’ve watched my brother in law of similar age lose many of his teeth. The remaining teeth are yellow and black. This scares me more than the dentist!
Finally in November I decided enough is enough and took the plunge. It was November and my first appointment wasn’t until December 31.
The month of waiting was awful. In that time I was diagnosed with every conceivable problem by Dr Google. I was making it worse by feeling around with my tongue and making things sore.
The day finally came, I was greeted by the lovely dentist. She sat me down and talked to me noticing how nervous I was and assured me that all will be fine.
A few minutes in she asked me if I drink a lot of soft drinks. At this point I thought it was going to be a repeat of my dentist from my primary school days. It wasn’t at all. She was understanding and happy when I said those days are behind me.
As the appointment went on she was saying numbers and letters to her offsider. Each of the were a cavity. She then went on to do a clean. I had quite a large build up of tartar on my bottom teeth (almost 20 years worth!). This was uncomfortable but not painful. Before I knew it it was all over.
Once I sat up the dentist explained that I had 8 cavities, one of which was very deep. She outlined a treatment plan of a further 4 visits, a booking with a hygienist and xrays for my wisdom teeth (all fine).
While it wasn’t the best news in the world I was elated that there wasn’t any serious work to be done or extractions. I’m sure if I’d gone earlier there would have been far less work.
Please don’t be like me, don’t leave it nearly 20 years because of a bad experience.
I’ll keep adding to this as I go on, so far I’ve been to the initial visit and had two of my fillings done. (The bad one!).
