What follows may seem rather pathetic, but please don't mock. [-o<
My absolute, number one terror is dentists. I'd rather spend a week on a drop tower covered in spiders than go near them!
The last time I went must have been nearly 20 years ago, when my mum took me there without telling me where we were going. I freaked out, kicked the dentist in the shin and ran. :lol: Never been back since.
I'm not an idiot. I've always said that although my teeth ain't pretty, if I got a problem I would get it sorted. Well, tuesday night, I got that problem.
I was eating a chocolate bar when I felt a twinge. A look in the mirror confirmed that a chunk of my rear molar had come away, and what was underneath didn't look good. But it doesn't hurt.
Anyway, I called Kelpie's dentist earlier, and they had a slot in 20mins. Thinking "get it over and done with", I went.
I was sh!tting myself. To quote Hunter S Thompson, "There was no way of explaining the terror I was experiencing". Anyway, check up and X-rays followed. This was un-nerving, but to be fair, this isn't the bit that freaks me out. :P
Long story short, that tooth may be fixable, but there is a chance it will have to come out (presumably if it falls to pieces when they start work on it?)
But the 'treatment plan' they gave me has 14 fillings on it (yikes!) Most of which are on teeth that I can't see a problem with. In fact, the broken tooth is the very last thing on the list! :?
He's a private dentist (there aren't any NHS ones round here), and I can't help but feel he is trying to fleece me (natural distrust of anyone who wants to spent their lives torturing people).
He also didn't seem too concerned about my fear. I mean, he was nice enough, but I couldn't help but sense contempt from him. They don't do general anaesthetic (few places do), and tried to talk me out of dosing up on valium before they do anything. But I seriously don't want to be conscious while they do whatever they gotta do!
I know it's pathetic, but just typing this is making me shake with fear. [watches his TTF street-cred disappear over the horizon].
If I could get knocked out and wake up with a healthy set of gnashers, fine. I wouldn't have a problem with that. But the very thought of being awake while they go to work on me makes me want to die. Literally! Death seems like a quick and easy option by comparison! It just seems so barbaric! Like medi-evil torture. In fact, the Cardassians in Star Trek did use dental torture!
The fear and panic in my head makes the dentist in Little Shop Of Horrors look like Santa Claus!
Seriously guys, I'm freaking out. On the verge of a panic attack just writing this. Can anyone suggest what I should do? I'm not in any pain at the moment, but I know if nothing gets done this tooth could get really bad. Is it even possible to get specialist "dentists for pussies"? Get a full general anaesthetic and know nothing about the horrors?