Nightmare at Dentist’s Office

It was a nightmare.  It was beyond awful.

I went in (against my better judgment and will) for the second of two periodontal cleanings today.  I don’t know how I survived last week–oh yeah:  the klonopin, laughing gas, and numbing drugs.  It lasted about 45 minutes–I was pretty much in and out.

Today–an hour and a half.  Of course, Chris thinks it wouldn’t have been that long if the dentist hadn’t given me so many “breaks” during which he went and took care of other patients.  I think those breaks were a bit counter-productive.  The sooner he could have gotten me out of there would have been better.  Did I mention I didn’t want to be there at all?

I don’t know why but the combo of klonopin and gas was not as effective as it was last week.  He started with a whole round of shots in my mouth, which hurt like hell.  Then after he had been cleaning awhile (and after a break) he decides to give me another shot–which hurt even worse.  I broke down.  I couldn’t handle it.  And that was with Chris right there….and the dentist’s assistant says (get this), “There are patients next door.”  I swear if I hadn’t been so drugged I would have gone off on her, to say the least.

I’m sorry–you don’t take a panicked patient (who’s in pain) and tell them to shut up because it’ll upset the people next door.  That’s not going to calm them down.  Not in the slightest.  And it didn’t help that it totally triggered me–quite a number of years ago I was abandoned in a hospital by my ex during an extremely bad anxiety/panic attack and the staff instead of treating me or giving me something to calm me down simply told me to shut up because I was upsetting their other patients.

I can’t stop crying.  I feel so traumatized.  I NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER want to go back to the dentist again–any dentist for any reason.  I wasn’t good with dentists to begin with–and they knew that.  I made sure they knew that.  I want my mom–I know I’m a grown woman, but I still want her and it hurts that she’s gone!  It’s just not fair.  I know, life isn’t fair. 

It doesn’t help that I’m in so much pain either.  This hurts worse than last week did. 

Chris is being wonderful–he was wonderful at the dentist office.  He can’t get much more wonderful–of course if he hadn’t forced me to go today, that might have made him more wonderful; or if he had cold-cocked that witch of an assistant when she made that comment (or at the least put her in her place).  He said I had to go for my health, and he’s too much of a gentleman to hit a woman–even one who may deserve it!  (Yeah, she got my Irish up a little bit!)  And no, I’m not so catty as to reveal her name on-line.

My teeth hurt, my gums hurts, my jaw hurts, my head hurts (all I was told to take was motrin), and I just want my mom!!!