Dental Horror

Today has been a day. I had the most outrageous experience today. I had dental work done yesterday. I had to get a crown. I am not a big fan of going to the dentist, but I try to be a trooper. I had the first part of the crown done, and then they put the temporary on until two weeks when the permanent crown arrives. This has normally been fine, but for some reason the aluminum temporary they used was giving me some kind of metal shock every time I smiled or hit it when I talked. I am not sure if you have heard of it, but some people are affected by chalkboards and forks on teeth. Thinks like that. I happen to be one of them. I fork sliding across someone’s teeth makes me want to crawl inside myself. I simply can’t handle it.

So this is the feeling I had been dealing with since last night. By 8:00 am this morning I was at my wits end. My nerves were on high alert. I called the lady I knew at the office and asked her to get me in which she did. I get there looking for some kind of sympathy and definitely some relief and the dentist treats me like I am a nut job. I couldn’t believe it. Here I am in this chair looking for help and he is insisting what I am telling him could not be the case. He basically refused to do anything to help me and told me I would have to live with this for the next two weeks.

If you know anything about what I am saying, the thought of this sent me into a tizzy. I was so frustrated I was driven to tears. You feel very helpless when you are dealing with things that you can’t fix. I told him to just get me out of the chair and I would find someone else who could help me. He finally agreed to take it out of my mouth. Of course this was after letting me know how much worse off I would be. He didn’t offer any other solutions. It was a bit traumatic. I got out of his chair without a word. I let my friend know I would be back if I had to for the crown, but after that I am finished with this guy.

Funny thing is, even without the temporary on top of it and without him desensitizing it (which I found out later he could have done to help me), I feel much better. I can’t even tell the tooth is missing over there until I touch it. I have to watch hot or cold, but this little bit of pain is way more bearable than what was going on before. I guess it wasn’t in my head.

After my friend dealt with him, of course he is apologetic and wants me to come in so he can fix it up a bit. I told her as long as it doesn’t hurt worse than it does now, I will make it the two weeks. One of the nurses is trying to get it completed earlier for me. I really appreciate her assistance. As far as the dentist is concerned, I am just not pleased with him at all. I don’t think there is anything he can do to convince me to come back at this point. My entire day has been hindered by this process. My head has been hurting since I left. I can understand a bad day, but the level that he took this was unbelievable for a professional of any kind. Oh well, what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.