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thisisme
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Hello everyone!
I have a dental journal now, which is crazy. I have begun my dental journey after avoiding it for 16 years. So far, I have had a cracked molar (due to an old filling) re-filled, a cleaning, exam, and a treatment plan. As someone who could not speak the word dentist a few months ago, I have come such a long way. I have found a lovely and kind practice, and I really do look forward to my next few appointments.
I’ll need the following immediately (all of these are scheduled):
4 cavities filled
2 cavities re-filled (due to leakage)
1 wisdom tooth extraction
I’ll need the following eventually:
Oral surgeon consult for 3 remaining wisdom teeth (2 of which are impacted)
I want the following eventually:
Braces (preferably lingual top and clear on bottom)
None of this seems that bad after avoiding the dentist like the plague. My last visit was when I was 14. The next time I had an appointment, I hid and eventually, my mom just gave up trying. Then, I became an adult and continued to avoid it until my molar cracked... and here we are.
I used to wake up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, remembering that one day, I would have to make an appointment. I remember the pure panic the night I lost my filling and the pure panic when that tooth cracked years later. I can pinpoint exactly where I was and what I was doing in those moments. I was very serious about visiting a dentist 7 years ago when I first lost my filling. I looked at practices, joined the forum, etc., but I couldn’t take the next step. It was not until July 30, 2019 where I was able to call and make an appointment. If you are reading this, know that my dental journey began with me standing at the starting line for 7 years. It takes time. I once read on here that “once you decide to go to the dentist, it could take months, years, and even decades.” Do not get discouraged.
Anyway, going has been the best thing I could have ever done for myself. I found a journal entry from June 2013 where I mention that I had been keeping something to myself for (at the time) 11 months. I didn’t write what it was, but it was the lost filling. I write about how I couldn’t tell my mom, my best friend, and I didn’t even write it down. I had eventually learned to live with it and my life was pretty okay, but it was always in the back of my mind. I also always carried around temporary filling and was paranoid when going on trips.
In 1.5 months (after the immediate needs), I will no longer have these concerns. I can be free. I already feel free in a way. I feel much happier than I’ve been in years. I no longer have a lost filling/cracked tooth that I live with for years, I have had the first professional cleaning of my entire adult life, and I have a plan!
All this being said, I’m not mad at myself for not going sooner. It really felt like things fell in place. The practice I found took over an older place only 1.5 years ago. The dentist is maybe 31-32 years old, which means he was basically my age (14) when my phobia started. Everything happens for a reason, and I just feel like waiting and finding this place was meant to happen.
I know this is long, but I feel so liberated. Next up, upper wisdom tooth extraction on Sept. 17! Besides the blood and having a hole in my mouth, I’m not totally freaked out... yet. I trust the numbing stuff to work, so it’s really the aftermath and any bloody tastes that worry me. I can do it, though... I think!
Thanks for listening.
So, thisismyjournal.
-thisisme
I have a dental journal now, which is crazy. I have begun my dental journey after avoiding it for 16 years. So far, I have had a cracked molar (due to an old filling) re-filled, a cleaning, exam, and a treatment plan. As someone who could not speak the word dentist a few months ago, I have come such a long way. I have found a lovely and kind practice, and I really do look forward to my next few appointments.
I’ll need the following immediately (all of these are scheduled):
4 cavities filled
2 cavities re-filled (due to leakage)
1 wisdom tooth extraction
I’ll need the following eventually:
Oral surgeon consult for 3 remaining wisdom teeth (2 of which are impacted)
I want the following eventually:
Braces (preferably lingual top and clear on bottom)
None of this seems that bad after avoiding the dentist like the plague. My last visit was when I was 14. The next time I had an appointment, I hid and eventually, my mom just gave up trying. Then, I became an adult and continued to avoid it until my molar cracked... and here we are.
I used to wake up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, remembering that one day, I would have to make an appointment. I remember the pure panic the night I lost my filling and the pure panic when that tooth cracked years later. I can pinpoint exactly where I was and what I was doing in those moments. I was very serious about visiting a dentist 7 years ago when I first lost my filling. I looked at practices, joined the forum, etc., but I couldn’t take the next step. It was not until July 30, 2019 where I was able to call and make an appointment. If you are reading this, know that my dental journey began with me standing at the starting line for 7 years. It takes time. I once read on here that “once you decide to go to the dentist, it could take months, years, and even decades.” Do not get discouraged.
Anyway, going has been the best thing I could have ever done for myself. I found a journal entry from June 2013 where I mention that I had been keeping something to myself for (at the time) 11 months. I didn’t write what it was, but it was the lost filling. I write about how I couldn’t tell my mom, my best friend, and I didn’t even write it down. I had eventually learned to live with it and my life was pretty okay, but it was always in the back of my mind. I also always carried around temporary filling and was paranoid when going on trips.
In 1.5 months (after the immediate needs), I will no longer have these concerns. I can be free. I already feel free in a way. I feel much happier than I’ve been in years. I no longer have a lost filling/cracked tooth that I live with for years, I have had the first professional cleaning of my entire adult life, and I have a plan!
All this being said, I’m not mad at myself for not going sooner. It really felt like things fell in place. The practice I found took over an older place only 1.5 years ago. The dentist is maybe 31-32 years old, which means he was basically my age (14) when my phobia started. Everything happens for a reason, and I just feel like waiting and finding this place was meant to happen.
I know this is long, but I feel so liberated. Next up, upper wisdom tooth extraction on Sept. 17! Besides the blood and having a hole in my mouth, I’m not totally freaked out... yet. I trust the numbing stuff to work, so it’s really the aftermath and any bloody tastes that worry me. I can do it, though... I think!
Thanks for listening.
So, thisismyjournal.
-thisisme