In November I went to the dentist for a regular checkup. It was the first time I had been in about five years. I know. Completely unacceptable. I have lots of good excuses though. Like my dentist moved and I never took the time to find a new one, and I have severe anxiety when I go to the dentist. I always have. I finally decided to bite the bullet and went for a checkup.
Of course when I went in he found some problems and I needed a “little” bit of work done. (Little according to him.) I made an appointment for right after Thanksgiving and went in for two fillings. It was pretty much a nightmare experience.
I explained to him that I have trouble being deadened. I’m not sure why, but it has always been a problem in the past. Of course he assured me that he would take care of me. Twenty plus shots later he was getting exasperated. He finally asked where it was hurting. I told him, and he finally hit the right spot.
The problem was that my system was overloaded with the deadening medicine. I didn’t know it at the time, but it has the same type of stuff in it that an epidural has, and it is possible to have the same type of reaction. I started shaking, and when that happened I started having flashbacks to when I was in the hospital with Bud. If you read his birth story you know that was not a good thing.
Unfortunately my bad dental experience wasn’t over. I mentioned in my Project 365 post that I went to the dentist last week. It was pretty much a nightmare.
Sometime in January I started having migraines every day and a lot of pain on the right side of my face. I finally realized it was a toothache. Just thinking about going to the dentist made me start to panic. I waited about a week before I called and made an appointment.
When I called I asked him to prescribe me some anti-anxiety medication. It was one I’ve taken before so I didn’t think I would have any problems with it. He agreed, but he prescribed a higher dosage than I’ve taken before. I didn’t think it would be a problem. I was wrong.
By the time David got me to the dentist’s office I was completely looped. I don’t remember a lot of what happened, but I do remember vomiting all over his office. And then again when I got home. Somehow David got me into the bedroom where I pretty much just passed out until later that night, when I woke up to take pain medicine and then went back to sleep.
I was still pretty looped on Thursday. I had to stay home another day, but when David got home he told me that I needed a root canal. My dentist was referring me to someone else for the procedure, but David couldn’t remember who. The dentist is closed on Friday so I called and got the information this morning.
I’ve been in pain all weekend. I’m taking so much Ibuprofen that my stomach is starting to rebel. I’m pretty much miserable. (Right now I’m making excuses for what I’m about to tell you.)
I called the new dentist today, but got a weird computerized message. I tried several times and even left my number, but something didn’t seem right. I decided to drive over on my lunch hour to see if he was closed on Monday. If not I planned to make an appointment in the office.
When I drove up I saw a funeral floral arrangement on the door.
That was my first thought. I decided to go ahead and see if they were open. Maybe a family member had died or something and they were still open.
The door was locked, but people were inside the office. One of the ladies opened the door.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes. My dentist referred me. I wanted to make an appointment, but if you’re closed I can come back later.”
“Dr. S passed away.”
“You’re fucking kidding me.”
I didn’t say that last part, but I totally thought it.
That’s right. I found out a man had died, probably unexpectedly, and my first thought was about myself and the inconvenience his death was causing me. Not his family. Not about the tragedy of him passing away, but about myself.
By the time I got back to my car I did think about all of those things, but still my main concern was myself and my pain.
Thankfully the lady in his office gave me the name of another dentist, and I have an appointment for Wednesday. Also? The new dentist uses gas so I don’t have to take any anti-anxiety meds before I go.
Of course I’m expecting something awful to happen because of my assholeishness.
It would serve me right.