A lovely story about My First Filling
Feb. 15th, 2011 04:27 pmYou know that thing where you're dreading something and then it turns out that it wasn't anywhere near as awful as what you thought it would be? Today's dentist thing was NOT ONE OF THOSE. Mostly I wanted to yell, "OMG YOU ARE TRYING TO STEAL ALL MY TEETH, SNEAKY TEETH STEALER." But I didn't, because I have a modicum of self-control. And dignity.
But DRILLING. DRILLING IN MY MOUTH. I never want another filling again. NO MORE SUGAR. ALL THE SUGAR IS BAD. Farewell, lovely cakes! And biscuits and chocolate and puddings! YOU ARE DEAD TO ME NOW.*
(There was a thing on the news a few days ago about how pain is lessened when you look at what's going on, and my personal experience agrees - I used to be rubbish with regular, outside your mouth, injections but am okay now, so long as I watch - but you can't exactly watch what's going on inside your mouth without some sort of clever and impractical mirror or camera set-up therefore teeth should be magic and never go wrong ever.)
So, yes, hurrah for modern dentistry, but I am rub and squeamish and took two injections of whatever the numbing your mouth stuff was and it may have taken a smidgen of coaxing to get me to open my mouth and stay still due to the GIANT NEEDLE floating around my peripheral vision.
OH WELL. Is over now. I need never worry about it again. UNTIL THE NEXT TIME.
*Admittedly this filling was necessitated by wisdom teeth at rubbish angles blocking other teeth, but preventative measures and all that.
But DRILLING. DRILLING IN MY MOUTH. I never want another filling again. NO MORE SUGAR. ALL THE SUGAR IS BAD. Farewell, lovely cakes! And biscuits and chocolate and puddings! YOU ARE DEAD TO ME NOW.*
(There was a thing on the news a few days ago about how pain is lessened when you look at what's going on, and my personal experience agrees - I used to be rubbish with regular, outside your mouth, injections but am okay now, so long as I watch - but you can't exactly watch what's going on inside your mouth without some sort of clever and impractical mirror or camera set-up therefore teeth should be magic and never go wrong ever.)
So, yes, hurrah for modern dentistry, but I am rub and squeamish and took two injections of whatever the numbing your mouth stuff was and it may have taken a smidgen of coaxing to get me to open my mouth and stay still due to the GIANT NEEDLE floating around my peripheral vision.
OH WELL. Is over now. I need never worry about it again. UNTIL THE NEXT TIME.
*Admittedly this filling was necessitated by wisdom teeth at rubbish angles blocking other teeth, but preventative measures and all that.