On January 4th, I had to hurry myself for my 15.00 o’clock appointment with my dentist. When I got there, I excused myself to the receptionist for being late for almost two minutes. She said that it was not such a big deal at all because the dentist was still with another patient. After checking my name and my appointment on her computer, she said:
“No, you are not late, in fact you are very early”
“You are ten days too early” she added
Me: “Ten days, what do you mean?”
Receptionist: “You have had an appointment for January 14th, instead of January 4th”
Me: “Are you sure?”
Receptionist: “Unless, you are someone else”
My inner voice: “You simply don’t know the difference between the 4th and the 14th, woman!”
Great, I got very nervous about seeing my dentist absolutely for nothing. That night I told my friends about my appoinment and one of them said that now I had another ten days to be nervous about it. And he was right.
The next day I called the receptionist and managed to set another appointment for January 11th at 15.00 o’clock. At least, I had only one week to be nervous about seeing my dentist.
I was present at my dentist on time. You would probably think that I was actually having the time of my life and couldn’t wait to see her. Well, you are mistaken. I was there because I needed too. In my head there were so many worse scenarios about how my appointment was going to be like. One particular scenario described how my dentist gave me to much anesthetic and I died because of it. Before I went on with other horrible scenarios in my head, my dentist said:
“Okay, I’ll give you two anesthetic shots. One for your left and one for your right”
After a few seconds she asked whether I started to feel some tintling on those two areas in my mouth.
Me: “Yes, I feel some on my right”
Dentist: “And on your left?”
Me: “Nothing yet, Doc”
Dentist: “In that case, I’ll give you another shot there”
After another few seconds she started to drill my tooth and I screamed like a child! It hurt!
And I mean HURT!
I think that my dentist may have missed the shot and placed the anesthetic too far away from the nerve of the tooth. She decided to give me some other shots directly around my tooth. Suddenly I got a very bitter taste in the back of my mouth and needed to spit it out.
And I spitted it out, again and again.
Three minutes later, the dentist could finally start her torture without me screaming and spitting. This kind of torture reminded me of why I have always been afraid of seeing my dentist volunteerly. I was glad that she finished it within about twenty minutes. I thanked her and went home.
I spent the next two days feeling numb and miserable. It was not only about the discomfort that was caused by the torture but I was also very hungry. I wanted to eat. I needed to eat but I couldn’t even open my mouth properly, let alone chew some solid food. I have had now another two appointments with the dentist. One thing for sure that I’ll eat A LOT before I’ll let her to torture me on the next two appointments!
