Suppose you were ondontophobic...
...and you went to a new dentist, a tiny Russian woman with a lovely accent. (Ve haff vays of making you talk.)
Suppose that between the time your husband makes the appointment and the day of the visit one of the teeth holding a bridge starts to hurt really BAD!
Suppose when the dental hygienist attempts to clean area around that bridge it was like she was cleaning it with a jackhammer.
Then suppose the Nice Russian Doctor comes into the room and says "You need root canals in both the tooth under the bridge and the one next to it, are you available in the late afternoon?" (do your own accent)
I tell her afternoons are fine while gripping armrests and wishing that humans grew new teeth like sharks.
"No THIS afternoon."
This is how I came to have 2 root canals last Wednesday. She had to give me a shot into the bone to deaden the pain enough to do the root canals. There was nitrous oxide, but even with the nitrous I still managed to have a full scale panic attack like I have NEVER had before. I actually hyperventilated to the the point of passing out. I screamed loud enough that Ross heard me in the waiting room and came to see if I was okay.
The up side is I don't think I am as afraid of going to the dentist as I was before.
Suppose that between the time your husband makes the appointment and the day of the visit one of the teeth holding a bridge starts to hurt really BAD!
Suppose when the dental hygienist attempts to clean area around that bridge it was like she was cleaning it with a jackhammer.
Then suppose the Nice Russian Doctor comes into the room and says "You need root canals in both the tooth under the bridge and the one next to it, are you available in the late afternoon?" (do your own accent)
I tell her afternoons are fine while gripping armrests and wishing that humans grew new teeth like sharks.
"No THIS afternoon."
This is how I came to have 2 root canals last Wednesday. She had to give me a shot into the bone to deaden the pain enough to do the root canals. There was nitrous oxide, but even with the nitrous I still managed to have a full scale panic attack like I have NEVER had before. I actually hyperventilated to the the point of passing out. I screamed loud enough that Ross heard me in the waiting room and came to see if I was okay.
The up side is I don't think I am as afraid of going to the dentist as I was before.