Can I just say that I hate, hate, hate going to the dentist? I didn’t always hate it, not like I do now, but over the years I have developed a dental phobia, a big nasty one. I think it started the first time I had a wisdom tooth removed and a root canal performed in the same visit. Yeah, I was told later by more than one dentist that it is not a good idea to perform those procedures on the same side of the mouth on the same day. I was hopped up on novocaine and nitrous oxide, a real spine tingling combo. I have learned from that experience that it is best to go to an oral surgeon for major extractions and I wish all of my dental experiences could be so wonderful. You see my oral surgeon puts me to sleep via intravenous valium and I never know what’s happening.
One question I have always wanted to know the answer to is why can’t they put you to sleep for every dental experience? I mean let’s face it going to the dentist always feels like surgery to me. I put off going to the dentist, I think subconsciously so that the tooth will get so bad I have to have it surgically extracted and I can go to sleep for that, it still hurts but I don’t have to deal with the consciousness of what’s going on.
I mean who wants to deal with this guy? That is not a picture of my actual dentist, but they all look the same don’t they, hiding behind that mask? Coming at you with giant picks and drills and painful poking devices there has got to be a better way.
Then after they make their diagnosis via big plastic xray thing shoved into your mouth and a lead jacket they say it’s time to get some work done. Would you like novocaine. Well no I don’t want a 2 foot needle shoved into my gum, but I would prefer it to the excruciating pain I will have to endure without it. See the thing for me is that what goes on in my mind is far worse than what is going on in my mouth and no matter how much novocaine I am given, I can still feel whats happening, this bothers me. One time a dentist of mine had to literally squirt the drug into the opening he had drilled into my tooth because I could not stop feeling it. He must have loved me.
Anyway, all of this comes up today because I have a bad tooth, a really rotten tooth in the way back and it is starting to annoy me and it’s a tooth that has been worked on before. You know what, I’m not sure you could even call it a tooth anymore, it’s just what’s left of it and is filled with amalgam, yeah I know that’s bad and somehow poisoned but like I said the dentist office is a place I really don’t want to visit.
So I reluctantly made and appointment to go have it looked at and to decide my options, because if it’s really bad I am going to have it pulled, good root canals around here cost $3000.00 as opposed to $550.00 to have it extracted, so there’s the money thing to take into consideration, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I obsessed about this so much that this morning I woke up and mentally prepared to go to the dentist at 9am. I was nervous the whole way and thinking about what he would say and on and on and on. I arrived early so I could fill out the forms and I was proud to have even made it to the front door. So was I surprised when I went to open it and it was locked. All the lights were off and there wasn’t a car in the parking lot, WTF? So I waited and waited until 9:10am and then left. Well wouldn’t you know it, my appointment is tomorrow, not today. Holy Hell Batman I have to re-run this whole scene tomorrow!