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So anyone who knows me know that I have emetophobia (phobia of vomit). I had to go get dental impressions today, because my braces are coming off on Monday (!!!). I had to do top and bottom. Now, I don't know if everyone knows what impressions are, but basically they have this tray that fits over your teeth, and they fill it with this gunky stuff. Then they shove it in your mouth, and you can't breathe, and as it hardens it expands, and you start gagging and it's horrible. And so, SO much worse if you have a phobia of gagging.
I went today and told the woman that I'm kind of a baby when it comes to this stuff, but I'd be okay. And she was a major bitch about everything. She didn't tell me what she was doing, when trays didn't fit in my mouth (I need the smallest trays, WHICH I TOLD HER), she complained like it was somehow my fault. She did the top first, to get it over with because top is so much worse than bottom. And overfilled the tray, so there was WAY too much molding, so it was overflowing and going right down my throat. And I'm actually an okay patient, because when I freak out I stay really still and close my eyes and just focus on breathing. So I wasn't making things difficult or anything like that. Then she went to pull it out and she messed it up and the tray came out but the molding didn't. So we had to redo it. We did bottom next, just to get it over with. And it wasn't as bad, but I started gagging halfway through because having two done on the same day is hard. Then we did top again, and I sat through the whole thing, and she TOLD me she'd put less in this time, meaning she was WELL AWARE there was WAY too much in last one. It didn't really help, and a piece fell right on the back of my tongue, so no matter where I moved or didn't move, I gagged. But I sat through the whole thing. And when she pulled it out LO AND BEHOLD, she hadn't placed it right and she didn't get my back teeth on one side. So I kind of cried and said I wasn't sure if I could do another without throwing up. So she went to talk to the doctor and he said he could work with what we had. Then she had to do a mold of my bite, which is less intrusive, but I was already really gaggy, so it still sucked. And when she pulled that out, IT BROKE. So we had to do that again too.
All of this would be horrible for anyone, but for someone who has a phobia of vomit, IT WAS LIKE TORTURE.
So I came home and complained to my mom like a five year old, so she called them and complained. I only let her because I was afraid that they upper impression wouldn't work, and I definitely didn't want them working with something shitty, just because the woman sucked.
Now I have to go to dinner with my dad, who is in a horrible mood because my bill for next semester came, and he is a big asshole about money. We kind of have a Gilmore Girls thing going on-- I hang out with him, and he pays for school. AND COMPLAINS AND THREATENS TO STOP ALL THE TIME. But whatever.
I went today and told the woman that I'm kind of a baby when it comes to this stuff, but I'd be okay. And she was a major bitch about everything. She didn't tell me what she was doing, when trays didn't fit in my mouth (I need the smallest trays, WHICH I TOLD HER), she complained like it was somehow my fault. She did the top first, to get it over with because top is so much worse than bottom. And overfilled the tray, so there was WAY too much molding, so it was overflowing and going right down my throat. And I'm actually an okay patient, because when I freak out I stay really still and close my eyes and just focus on breathing. So I wasn't making things difficult or anything like that. Then she went to pull it out and she messed it up and the tray came out but the molding didn't. So we had to redo it. We did bottom next, just to get it over with. And it wasn't as bad, but I started gagging halfway through because having two done on the same day is hard. Then we did top again, and I sat through the whole thing, and she TOLD me she'd put less in this time, meaning she was WELL AWARE there was WAY too much in last one. It didn't really help, and a piece fell right on the back of my tongue, so no matter where I moved or didn't move, I gagged. But I sat through the whole thing. And when she pulled it out LO AND BEHOLD, she hadn't placed it right and she didn't get my back teeth on one side. So I kind of cried and said I wasn't sure if I could do another without throwing up. So she went to talk to the doctor and he said he could work with what we had. Then she had to do a mold of my bite, which is less intrusive, but I was already really gaggy, so it still sucked. And when she pulled that out, IT BROKE. So we had to do that again too.
All of this would be horrible for anyone, but for someone who has a phobia of vomit, IT WAS LIKE TORTURE.
So I came home and complained to my mom like a five year old, so she called them and complained. I only let her because I was afraid that they upper impression wouldn't work, and I definitely didn't want them working with something shitty, just because the woman sucked.
Now I have to go to dinner with my dad, who is in a horrible mood because my bill for next semester came, and he is a big asshole about money. We kind of have a Gilmore Girls thing going on-- I hang out with him, and he pays for school. AND COMPLAINS AND THREATENS TO STOP ALL THE TIME. But whatever.