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So......tell me your horror stories so I can forget mine. Really I am just curious if I am that odd, or if my dentist just likes to act like it.
Ok I'll give my tale first. But it will be three chapters
Ready to read a bit
Let's start as a child....oh about 3 or 4. I was born very anemic and had to take oral Iron from the time I started eating solid foods through untill my pre teens. As a child this was of course an oral suspension, though it was later a pill. The oral suspension unfortunately has the nasty side effect of permanently weakening the enamel on your teeth.
Needless to say my childhood was filled with cavities. Luckily my parents had wonderful insurance and cared about my teeth. Unfortunately in my teens I lost my gentle and caring childhood dentist in exchange for a psycho bastard with a love of novocaine. I was routinely seen on a 4 month basis for general exams and a ton of fillings. I discovered that I really hated the dentist!!!!!!!! To couple the issue I have had a life long phobia of needles. All needles, no matter their purpose. Ok so I have tatoos and piercings but for some reason that is different. I suppose my fear should be worded as a fear of hypo's. Even to this day and having given literally thousands of injections over the years to everything from a 3 gram baby lizard to a 300 pound diabetic. I still canot allow one to break my skin without a near anxiety attack and occasionally agressive and violent responses. (see I am wierd).... Honestly I thinnk I have only had one shot since about 15 and it was a TB test. No wait I think I got tetnus when I broke my foot a few years later. Damn I should update that.
Back on track...... At 16 I said F the dentist! I finally went back around 19 as one of my wisdom teeth had literally began rotting in my face. (I used to have a few bad habits that quite literally will devour tissue (and Teeth) after prolonged exposure. Now as I explained we have my needle fear to deal with, we also have to consider I likely had plenty of amphetamine residual effect in my body, though I was deliberately clean at the appointment. The Doctor pulled out needles and I kept my head through the first three injections. The doctor was smart and knew that I would not come back if he pulled only the painful tooth, so he planned to do them all at once. By the third shot I had gone a bit batty in the head and had sweat pouring off of me. My pulse when taken hit 130 and I was jittering and well you get the idea. The doctor humored me for 15 minutes or so then gave a couple more shots. I honestly think the ephedrine in the Novocaine found my bodies own stockpile of ephedrine, then they sat down together and spraqed the f*** out (tweaker term for high). Ok back to the room where I am hyperventalating while rocking back and forth muttering a mantra of serenity to the goddess Brigid (poor Mormons got an earful of pagan lore that day)
After about twenty minutes the doc had me lay down again and proceeded to give me more pharmaceutical dope (well it's how I felt). AT some point he grabbed his glorified pliers and began the process of breaking my wisdom tooth loose. It hurt klike hell as I was barely numb, and all sorts of crazy to begin with. He succeeded in getting the tooth out by putting me in a head lock. For the other three I was restrained by staff and a bed restraint. Why he would not put me to sleep I do not know.
When the procedure was done and he was cleaning up the hygientist talked to me. I was calm and convinced her that I was fine. In truth I had lost it somewhere during the second tooth and had become quite calm. I had decided that I was going to hurt that bastard as soon as I could move and I resolved to do so. With that in mind I just drifted off to happy drug induced reality. She let me go from the bed harness. I got up picked up my coat and hit the son of a b in the back of the head with everything I could put behind it. His head hit the counter and he turned to look at the door closing as I left I never visited a dentist again ............untill now. I never got in trouble, and I never tried to cause him any, though I know now that I could have. I think we had a bit of an understanding. He had broke the rules so I gave him a several day headache. Neither one of us could really say anything without incriminating ourselves. My mom still goes to see him when they are in town
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So that was what 9 years ago almost. I have long since been off the dope! Just so you know and don't judge me by that history
. I moved to Seattle 7.5 years ago and quit the year before I moved. I have not even seen the substances. Basically I lived the life and learned what I wanted then moved on. Not that big of deal really, but it seems some have a hard time excepting that. See I view life as a long learning experience. Some things suck ass to learn but they serve there purpose. Sometimes we do really stupid shit, but it too teaches us lessons about ourselves and the world at large that there is no other way to learn. Long story very short. I have no interest in perpetuating thast aspect of my past life. Today I smoke cigarettes and drink coffee while I build all sorts of odd shit in my garage between vehicle projects.
Wel Now lets skip to the 28 year old Father named Bryce. This guy just happens to coordinate all aspects of a lot of peoples health care. He has also been personally trained by vets to care for exotic reptiles and amphibians. In all of these realms he is knowledgeable and quick to act with the help of modern medicine.......yet ..................he absolutely refuses to allow modern medicine in any way shape or form to help him. I have studied herbalism for years and typically have very little use for any over the counter relief as I can easily make better. As to doctor's, well they are nothing but advanced diagnostic machines. Think about it. If you can take the time to learn almost as much about your truck as the ford mech. Yet you drive it every day and he does not. Who is more likely to correctly diagnose the treatment. Sad part is that the Dr. then gives you a chemical with many potential side effects and un related issues. I can pick my medicine while hiking and dry it for later use in my home. Point being, unless I get seriously hurt or ill I have no use for Dr's. And I also avoided Dentist's for the reasons stated in the beginning of this post.
So one day this guy gets a hell of a toothache. And to make matters worse when he starts looking in the mirror he notices that the painful tooth is also well....brown. I tried all my little herbal pain relievers. They worked......for a while. I bought some benzocaine swabs and thought about pulling my tooth. I tried the benzocaine to relieve the pain and all it did was make my tongue tingle. In the end I could not make myself pull one of my front facing teeth (not center but the one right next to it). I visited the dentist for an exam....He was kinda wierded out as he knows me well from my social service work, but I sat down and basically told him everything above and made him aware of my anxiety. I then laid down, locked my hands, and opened my mouth........................
In the end he didn't really care about that tooth nearly as much as he cared about my gum tissue. I have mild preiodontis (sp?) not really that big of deal with care, but it meant that I had to have four seperate appointments for a procedure called "Quad-Scaling" which is going down to the bottom of my teeth under my gums and scraping it all clean again. This meant shots and lots of them........... I scheduled the four sessions for one a week as it was all I could afford to do, and went camping with the dreary thought of a month of toothache before he could drill and fill it. Interestingly enough my sore tooth cured itself on the trail
I kept diggin at the sore area with my tongue, and eventually felt something in there. I pulled a bristle (likely tooth brush) from deep under my gumline. It hurt like hell but once out my pain quickly disappeared. Now I can cancel my dental appointment right.........no I actually kept it just to see if I could handle it. The needle caused me to sweat and clench my hands a bit, but really was not that bad, and he made sure to use a anisthetic that did not have ephedrine. (see I left the drug part out of our conversation and he took it to be a response to the ephedrine ). The procedure was surprisingly not that bad and I was occupied watching finches play in their nest outside the window. What was cool was that my teeth are not yelow with brown spots that I thought were rot...They are white and though I do have several cavities I suppose I will leave my Dental Phobia behind me at this point and fix them all.................
And then I discovered this procedure that I assisted in coordinating for a client. They are now able to layer a thin plasticy substance around your teeth that will prevent any further decay. It is quite expensive and they have to lay your gums open to get to the lower parts of the teeth. But after it is done you can blow the dentist off for a few years and then just have them touched up on the surface if they have worn thin. Gods I love technology for others and maybe in this case mine.......
Anyway share your tales. Then maybe I can either learn my lesson by realizing I am just a bit crazy, or find that I am not alone in my fear of dentists.
Ok I'll give my tale first. But it will be three chapters
Ready to read a bit
Let's start as a child....oh about 3 or 4. I was born very anemic and had to take oral Iron from the time I started eating solid foods through untill my pre teens. As a child this was of course an oral suspension, though it was later a pill. The oral suspension unfortunately has the nasty side effect of permanently weakening the enamel on your teeth.
Needless to say my childhood was filled with cavities. Luckily my parents had wonderful insurance and cared about my teeth. Unfortunately in my teens I lost my gentle and caring childhood dentist in exchange for a psycho bastard with a love of novocaine. I was routinely seen on a 4 month basis for general exams and a ton of fillings. I discovered that I really hated the dentist!!!!!!!! To couple the issue I have had a life long phobia of needles. All needles, no matter their purpose. Ok so I have tatoos and piercings but for some reason that is different. I suppose my fear should be worded as a fear of hypo's. Even to this day and having given literally thousands of injections over the years to everything from a 3 gram baby lizard to a 300 pound diabetic. I still canot allow one to break my skin without a near anxiety attack and occasionally agressive and violent responses. (see I am wierd).... Honestly I thinnk I have only had one shot since about 15 and it was a TB test. No wait I think I got tetnus when I broke my foot a few years later. Damn I should update that.
Back on track...... At 16 I said F the dentist! I finally went back around 19 as one of my wisdom teeth had literally began rotting in my face. (I used to have a few bad habits that quite literally will devour tissue (and Teeth) after prolonged exposure. Now as I explained we have my needle fear to deal with, we also have to consider I likely had plenty of amphetamine residual effect in my body, though I was deliberately clean at the appointment. The Doctor pulled out needles and I kept my head through the first three injections. The doctor was smart and knew that I would not come back if he pulled only the painful tooth, so he planned to do them all at once. By the third shot I had gone a bit batty in the head and had sweat pouring off of me. My pulse when taken hit 130 and I was jittering and well you get the idea. The doctor humored me for 15 minutes or so then gave a couple more shots. I honestly think the ephedrine in the Novocaine found my bodies own stockpile of ephedrine, then they sat down together and spraqed the f*** out (tweaker term for high). Ok back to the room where I am hyperventalating while rocking back and forth muttering a mantra of serenity to the goddess Brigid (poor Mormons got an earful of pagan lore that day)
After about twenty minutes the doc had me lay down again and proceeded to give me more pharmaceutical dope (well it's how I felt). AT some point he grabbed his glorified pliers and began the process of breaking my wisdom tooth loose. It hurt klike hell as I was barely numb, and all sorts of crazy to begin with. He succeeded in getting the tooth out by putting me in a head lock. For the other three I was restrained by staff and a bed restraint. Why he would not put me to sleep I do not know.
When the procedure was done and he was cleaning up the hygientist talked to me. I was calm and convinced her that I was fine. In truth I had lost it somewhere during the second tooth and had become quite calm. I had decided that I was going to hurt that bastard as soon as I could move and I resolved to do so. With that in mind I just drifted off to happy drug induced reality. She let me go from the bed harness. I got up picked up my coat and hit the son of a b in the back of the head with everything I could put behind it. His head hit the counter and he turned to look at the door closing as I left I never visited a dentist again ............untill now. I never got in trouble, and I never tried to cause him any, though I know now that I could have. I think we had a bit of an understanding. He had broke the rules so I gave him a several day headache. Neither one of us could really say anything without incriminating ourselves. My mom still goes to see him when they are in town
So that was what 9 years ago almost. I have long since been off the dope! Just so you know and don't judge me by that history
Wel Now lets skip to the 28 year old Father named Bryce. This guy just happens to coordinate all aspects of a lot of peoples health care. He has also been personally trained by vets to care for exotic reptiles and amphibians. In all of these realms he is knowledgeable and quick to act with the help of modern medicine.......yet ..................he absolutely refuses to allow modern medicine in any way shape or form to help him. I have studied herbalism for years and typically have very little use for any over the counter relief as I can easily make better. As to doctor's, well they are nothing but advanced diagnostic machines. Think about it. If you can take the time to learn almost as much about your truck as the ford mech. Yet you drive it every day and he does not. Who is more likely to correctly diagnose the treatment. Sad part is that the Dr. then gives you a chemical with many potential side effects and un related issues. I can pick my medicine while hiking and dry it for later use in my home. Point being, unless I get seriously hurt or ill I have no use for Dr's. And I also avoided Dentist's for the reasons stated in the beginning of this post.
So one day this guy gets a hell of a toothache. And to make matters worse when he starts looking in the mirror he notices that the painful tooth is also well....brown. I tried all my little herbal pain relievers. They worked......for a while. I bought some benzocaine swabs and thought about pulling my tooth. I tried the benzocaine to relieve the pain and all it did was make my tongue tingle. In the end I could not make myself pull one of my front facing teeth (not center but the one right next to it). I visited the dentist for an exam....He was kinda wierded out as he knows me well from my social service work, but I sat down and basically told him everything above and made him aware of my anxiety. I then laid down, locked my hands, and opened my mouth........................
In the end he didn't really care about that tooth nearly as much as he cared about my gum tissue. I have mild preiodontis (sp?) not really that big of deal with care, but it meant that I had to have four seperate appointments for a procedure called "Quad-Scaling" which is going down to the bottom of my teeth under my gums and scraping it all clean again. This meant shots and lots of them........... I scheduled the four sessions for one a week as it was all I could afford to do, and went camping with the dreary thought of a month of toothache before he could drill and fill it. Interestingly enough my sore tooth cured itself on the trail
And then I discovered this procedure that I assisted in coordinating for a client. They are now able to layer a thin plasticy substance around your teeth that will prevent any further decay. It is quite expensive and they have to lay your gums open to get to the lower parts of the teeth. But after it is done you can blow the dentist off for a few years and then just have them touched up on the surface if they have worn thin. Gods I love technology for others and maybe in this case mine.......
Anyway share your tales. Then maybe I can either learn my lesson by realizing I am just a bit crazy, or find that I am not alone in my fear of dentists.