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rionmo
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I am 42 year old male, husband and father of 2 teenagers. I am so glad I found this site. I have an extreme at of the Dentist. It all started when I was young. I was not great at brushing and flossing. Always was scolded for poor dental hygiene. My parents would take me to regular check ups. However, growing up on military bases, the care wasn't always gentle. My cries for stopping weren't always heard. Fast Forward to 20 years ago, I had to have all 4 wisdom teeth out at the same time. I've never been in so much pain that I could do nothing about for a solid month. turned out, that I had dry socket and had to go back in and get that fixed. I swore then and there, that unless my teeth were falling out, that I would never go back. Well, just a few years later, I broke a molar, I thought that they could save the tooth, so I went in to the dentist. To my surprise, it was too far gone and he suggested extraction. Plus wanted me to be aware that I had multiple cavities. The day of the procedure, they tried to use local anesthesia to deaden the pain. They ended up having to give me 13 shots because I could still feel them sawing, cutting and pulling. It was very painful, I begged or Nitrous. But he refused. The procedure was successful, the blood clot worked as well. So I was sent home with some Vicodin. The problem, the Vicodin didn't work for me. My jaw was on fire. I couldn't stand I couldn't lay down nothing would relieve the pain. Finally, my wife called the dentist as it was nearing the end of the day. He sent me a script with Percocet, which finally brought me relief. That was 10 years ago, I swore again that I would never ever step foot in a dentist office again.
Well, I have cavities, and I am also missing fillings that all hurt a little sometimes. But not enough to get me back to the dentist. I took out my oldest for dinner, because he had made the honor roll. I was biting down on a piece of steak and lightening struck again. My other molar broke. I cannot for the life of me bring myself to make the call into the dentist office. I haven't been able to eat much or sleep much since Saturday night. I know that I can't keep living like this, but also can't bring myself to call. I am terrified of the pain!
I am 42 year old male, husband and father of 2 teenagers. I am so glad I found this site. I have an extreme at of the Dentist. It all started when I was young. I was not great at brushing and flossing. Always was scolded for poor dental hygiene. My parents would take me to regular check ups. However, growing up on military bases, the care wasn't always gentle. My cries for stopping weren't always heard. Fast Forward to 20 years ago, I had to have all 4 wisdom teeth out at the same time. I've never been in so much pain that I could do nothing about for a solid month. turned out, that I had dry socket and had to go back in and get that fixed. I swore then and there, that unless my teeth were falling out, that I would never go back. Well, just a few years later, I broke a molar, I thought that they could save the tooth, so I went in to the dentist. To my surprise, it was too far gone and he suggested extraction. Plus wanted me to be aware that I had multiple cavities. The day of the procedure, they tried to use local anesthesia to deaden the pain. They ended up having to give me 13 shots because I could still feel them sawing, cutting and pulling. It was very painful, I begged or Nitrous. But he refused. The procedure was successful, the blood clot worked as well. So I was sent home with some Vicodin. The problem, the Vicodin didn't work for me. My jaw was on fire. I couldn't stand I couldn't lay down nothing would relieve the pain. Finally, my wife called the dentist as it was nearing the end of the day. He sent me a script with Percocet, which finally brought me relief. That was 10 years ago, I swore again that I would never ever step foot in a dentist office again.
Well, I have cavities, and I am also missing fillings that all hurt a little sometimes. But not enough to get me back to the dentist. I took out my oldest for dinner, because he had made the honor roll. I was biting down on a piece of steak and lightening struck again. My other molar broke. I cannot for the life of me bring myself to make the call into the dentist office. I haven't been able to eat much or sleep much since Saturday night. I know that I can't keep living like this, but also can't bring myself to call. I am terrified of the pain!