OW oh.... (Jade whinges about dental nightmare)
Dentist appointment today. Made the mistake of telling my co-worker in all innocence! I was going to get drilled and filled. DOH! *slaps forehead* Oi--add that to the list of reasons why I need a new job.
At new hopefully more competent dentist:
Get shot number 1.
Trying to ignore the fact that he tried to sneak the shot in without my noticing--yeah right--I'm still ready to go. Sorta. Maybe. Deep breath. Dentist drills a bit on the other side, on the sore tooth over there. Adjusting the bite or something. He's still unwilling to replace that filling, even though I say it's leaking. I mean, it hurts whenever I bite on it, or eat anything, or anytime I'm conscious, and I can't eat anything cold or too hot, etc. He does that till I yelp in pain. "Hey doc, you can only drill so far until you hit meat". Heh--it's probably a good thing I didn't say that really.
Dentist gets ready to drill the side he shot up. Me: Um...I don't think I'm numb yet. In fact, not at all. He looks surprised.
Get shot number 2.
I ask him to make sure I'm numb. He doesn't and proceeds with drilling. PAIN!
Shot number 3.
Jade thinks of Lipstick's Maedhros and Mae during his captivity. Jade thinks he would scoff at this, and hell, had my wisdom teeth removed practically without painkiller, so this is nothing. Jade: Ohhhh ow! *gripes anyway* *trys not to pull arm off this dentist's chair*
Dentist trys drilling again. Me: AHHHH! YAHHH!
Shot number 4.
Shot number 5.
And Shot number 6.
Time goes by. Getting number. Tick, tick, tick, Jade is reading People magazine, which proves how torqued out she was to be trying to distract herself with that tripe. Mouth is all numb on left side except for spots where drilling was attempted. Which hurt like a bitch.
Dentist tries drilling again. Jade: I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay---AHHHH!!! I'm not okay! I'm not okay!
Waits five more minutes. Trys drilling again. OWWWW!!!
Dentist asks me stuff and I attempt to talk with numb-mouth and cotton stuffed under my tongue and lips. One thing of cotton pops out and I almost choke on it.
Trys drilling again. AHHHH! Stop!
After a few more attempts, he tells me he has other patients and can't wait for me to get numb, and I'll have to come back some other day. Jade: *dripping with sarcasm* Swell.
So instead of spiffy new filling, Jade has a temporary one and a sore mouth. And now I have to explain to boss why I need another day off.
Six hours later--Well, I'm numb now.
At new hopefully more competent dentist:
Get shot number 1.
Trying to ignore the fact that he tried to sneak the shot in without my noticing--yeah right--I'm still ready to go. Sorta. Maybe. Deep breath. Dentist drills a bit on the other side, on the sore tooth over there. Adjusting the bite or something. He's still unwilling to replace that filling, even though I say it's leaking. I mean, it hurts whenever I bite on it, or eat anything, or anytime I'm conscious, and I can't eat anything cold or too hot, etc. He does that till I yelp in pain. "Hey doc, you can only drill so far until you hit meat". Heh--it's probably a good thing I didn't say that really.
Dentist gets ready to drill the side he shot up. Me: Um...I don't think I'm numb yet. In fact, not at all. He looks surprised.
Get shot number 2.
I ask him to make sure I'm numb. He doesn't and proceeds with drilling. PAIN!
Shot number 3.
Jade thinks of Lipstick's Maedhros and Mae during his captivity. Jade thinks he would scoff at this, and hell, had my wisdom teeth removed practically without painkiller, so this is nothing. Jade: Ohhhh ow! *gripes anyway* *trys not to pull arm off this dentist's chair*
Dentist trys drilling again. Me: AHHHH! YAHHH!
Shot number 4.
Shot number 5.
And Shot number 6.
Time goes by. Getting number. Tick, tick, tick, Jade is reading People magazine, which proves how torqued out she was to be trying to distract herself with that tripe. Mouth is all numb on left side except for spots where drilling was attempted. Which hurt like a bitch.
Dentist tries drilling again. Jade: I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay---AHHHH!!! I'm not okay! I'm not okay!
Waits five more minutes. Trys drilling again. OWWWW!!!
Dentist asks me stuff and I attempt to talk with numb-mouth and cotton stuffed under my tongue and lips. One thing of cotton pops out and I almost choke on it.
Trys drilling again. AHHHH! Stop!
After a few more attempts, he tells me he has other patients and can't wait for me to get numb, and I'll have to come back some other day. Jade: *dripping with sarcasm* Swell.
So instead of spiffy new filling, Jade has a temporary one and a sore mouth. And now I have to explain to boss why I need another day off.
Six hours later--Well, I'm numb now.