Those of you that know me are aware that I have spent many years being petrified of the dentist and have failed to make it into a surgery for an exceedingly long time. We’re talking seven years here – I’m not proud, and I’m certainly not clever. It now looks like I’m going to pay big time!
It took some doing, but Alex managed to convince me to go to his dental surgery. After much resistance and dentist vetting, I finally agreed to go to the one that had the qualifications to knock me out if need be. I actually didn’t think I’d make it into the surgery without having a nervous breakdown, but when the day came I was surprised myself and managed to muster up the courage. My dentist had been prepped and was told that I was a nervous patient and was pretty calming in his manner. After my x-rays, he said that I’d probably be happy to know that my teeth were not as unpleasant as they could have could have been for someone with such a low attendance. Yes, I needed work doing, but it wasn’t as dire as some of the work that I’ve had done in the past – The reason for my seven year neglect.
Unfortunately, after my first appointment I was still suffering with terrible toothache, leading to severe headaches, so the next few appointments were all about finding the cause of the problem. I won’t go into too much detail (as I still find it hard to talk about teeth), but essentially the nerve has already been removed and the tooth is still hurting. This means that the tooth has to be extracted (luckily its towards the back) and I now have to have an implant. It’s all an extremely pricey affair, which is likely to cause much trauma!
*Very very sad face*
Anyway, I’m currently just sitting here pretty miffed that I can’t get an appointment until September 3rd as my dentist has gone away on holiday. Such shoddy planning on his part! Gone are the days where I never wanted to step foot in a dental surgery and hello to regular appointments. I wish I hadn’t left it so long, but what can you do.
Consider that my lesson learnt.