I am an adult female and let me just say that no matter how old I am or how old I grow to be, one thing will always remain true. I’m terrified of the dentist. It doesn’t matter how nice they are, how nice the office is or how attractive the Dentist might be. As soon as I know I have to go into a dental facility, i start to sweat and panic. It’s so bad that I don’t even have to be the patient! Kids, Husband whomever, if I have to go with someone into a dentist’s office, It’s going to be a problem.
But no matter how afraid I am of the whole thing, let me tell you a story about why I will never ever ignore any issues with my teeth again nor will I skip an appointment. True I may cry and scream the whole time but I am still going to go. Let me tell you why.
When I was 18 I had come home from college for the holiday vacation to visit my friends and family. It was my first time home since going away to college clear across the country and I couldn’t wait to see everyone and have a great time. What I hadn’t known was that my father had scheduled a dentist appointment for me the first day back. Please believe that if I had known a dental appointment was in my immediate future I might have not gone home. I am so sincere. But seeing as how the plane had already landed and I was already in my family’s car heading up I94 from the airport, there was no escape.
We get to the Dentist’s office and immediately the sweating starts and my hands shake. Let’s just skip all of the embarrassing parts that happened during this visit shall we?
By the end of the visit my Dentist tells me that I needed my wisdom teeth out. He describes the procedure that needs to be done and his first mistake was to tell me that the whole thing had to start with a needle being inserted into my mouth.
Uh…how about no.
And that was the last time my Dentist ever saw me.
Psssh it was bad enough that he was a dentist but then he wanted to stab me in the gums with a needle? I’d like to buy a vowel and solve the puzzle please. ” Hell NO!”
I never went back to see him. Matter of fact I never went back to the dentist again until I had the bright idea to marry a man who’s sister, brother and mother were Dentists. Uuuugh!
Now I’m not going to admit to you just how long it was between when I saw a dentist last and when I finally went back to see one. I also won’t admit that the only reason I went was not because my family made me, but because I had searing pain in my face that I simply couldn’t take anymore. I was in the middle of a presentation in front of an audience when all of a sudden it felt like a small nuclear device went off in my jaw. Yeah… I fell to my knees and was rushed to urgent care then an emergency dentist.
Not only did I have a wisdom tooth that needed to be removed, I had 4 of them that all demanded to come out. If you know what an impacted tooth is? Yeah two of them were impacted. It was awful.
But by the end of it all and after the healing and the AMAAAAZING drugs they sent me home with I realized how much better I felt! The frequent searing headaches I had weren’t stress! they were because of my darn teeth!
To say my quality of life improved afterwards is an understatement. All of the years of random pain were completely unnecessary and could have been avoided ONLY if I had gotten my teeth taken care of as I was supposed to.
Now I still hate having to go see a Dentist.
But I’ll never NOT go again.