Another first. Today I had my first filling at the dentist. I’ve never had any kind of cavity before. The only thing I’ve had is x-rays, cleanings, flouride, and braces. So today, I went in for a filling to be inserted into one of my back teeth. After I thought about it for a while, I realized (before I left) that this meant I was going to have to get a shot and some drilling. You see, I’m quite ignorant about these things, so lest I be surprised by anything else, I called my mother and found out from her what to expect. It wasn’t terrible, but I wasn’t particularly jumping up and down with glee either.
When I arrived at the dentist’s office and was called in, the first thing I found out wsa that I really didn’t know anything. In fact, I wasn’t even correct about which tooth they were filling. He put the cotton in my mouth and started rubbing on the topical anethetic and talking to me about what he was going to do. Then, la de da, he just pulled out that syringe and started to shoot me! AHHH!!!! OK, let’s just say I DO NOT LIKE NEEDLES! It was very stressful having him numb my mouth and I suppose that was the worst part of the whole thing. Well, except for when I mentioned that I was nervous. He said, “What!? You’ve had four babies! You can’t be nervous about a stupid little filling.” Oooooooh! I just wanted to pound his face and maybe somehow make him have a baby- then say- “What, you have a mouth full of fillings, what’s one baby!?”
It is NOT the same! I also think that everyone has there little sensitive spots and one of mine happens to be shots and needles and the like. It is not fun to me. I’d rather have a baby! Anyway, there’s not a lot of ways to drag this story out. The procedure went well and all through the event, the dentist kept saying he was almost done, so that was comforting…. somehow. And then I found out that they don’t do both fillings at the same time, so the other one I need, I’ll just have to come back another time for another thrilling time in the CHAIR!
Now for all you people out there that have not had this happen, I will say that I still don’t think dentists are scary- just ignorant. And perhaps you will get one that is as nice as mine was. It really wasn’t all that bad, just my own personal jitters, issues, and mental insanities.
Alright, now I’m off to do something besides think about my mouth. Yow!