Getting ready to leave for the dentist – our twice-a-year cleaning.
I’m a weenie about this.
I’m grateful that we have a truly compassionate, excellent dentist. My husband went to many in the Marine Corps that made him VERY serious about finding good dentists ever since. That doesn’t mean that I like it. In fact, I can never sleep the night before we have to go.
My mom died of oral cancer. That’s one concern. I never think of it except when I’m at the dentist’s office. So far, no sign of anything, but I always breathe a huge sigh of relief when I’m cleared for another 6 months.
I had braces when I was a child. The results of all that didn’t last and my teeth are as crooked as they were when we started, even though I wore the retainer for a long time after the braces were removed.
I have never had anything else done except cleaning. No cavities. No teeth pulled. And yet my fear has remained.
Last year this record suddenly changed. A wisdom tooth broke off causing a LOT of pain. I was a basket case when we got to the dentist. Even though he doesn’t normally do ‘oral surgery,’ he took pity on me and removed the tooth. He sedated me with something that made me cooperative with the procedure, but alleviated the pain and made me forget afterwards. I love that stuff!
The last teeth cleaning, they found my first cavity. WHAT!!!!! Yes. I had to have it filled. Again, since I’m such a weenie, he agreed to partially sedate me. The procedure was done, and my husband didn’t say a word about my weenie-ness, even though he may have had lots of thoughts about it.
Here’s hoping that today’s visit goes smoothly, with only good information. Fingers – and all other appendages, including my eyes – crossed.
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