September 5th, 2009 (09:22 am)
current location: work
current mood: sore
current song: "Ask DNA"- Cowboy Bebop
So I know that going to the dentist is supposed to suck, but apparently, September is dental MONTH for me. *sob*
I went in first for my regular checkup, but the actual doctor was not there, so I had to come back a second time to get the 'all clear', as it were. I also apparently had one small cavity (stupid vanilla chai)
so I come in for the second time, and my doctor informs me that the reason for my cavity was because I have been grinding my teeth at night, and not only have I ground away 2 sealants and a filling, I have also started to wear away my actual fucking teeth!
SO. she tells me that I should probably get a mouth guard for when I sleep, 'cause that's how I'm doing it. Which means that besides coming in again for the cavity, I would have to come in AGAIN for the mouth guard *SOB*
Now, I don't know how many of you have had dental impressions done (which I had to do so they could fit the mouth guard), but they're awful. They fill a frame with horrible mint-smelling goop and then shove it into your mouth (completely cutting off your air supply while simultaneously resting something HUGE right on your gag reflex) and wait for it to harden, all the while wrenching your jaw upwards so it come out "right".
We did this three times. First with the obviously new girl. then with the regular girl. then with the doctor. none of them come out "right".
and then the doctor tells me that, hey, they're next appointment just canceled, so hey! let's do all the cavity stuff now!
So I get to move rooms to the bigger, scarier chair, get jabbed with 2 enormous novacaine needles, and then left there. for like, 20 minutes.
they come in, try to get a dental impression two more times, stick me with another novacaine shot (cause the first ones wore off) and then they leave. again.
they come back. stick me again *SOB*
at this point, they have to give me gas, because I'm so stressed out over all these fucking needles, that I'm tense all over and shaking. It's a mess. (I have a thing about needles. they bother the shit out of me. when I found out that my medication made it impossible for me to give blood to the red cross anymore, I was kind of relieved, 'cause then I didn't have to do it any more, and I don't have to feel guilty about it.)
they get to work on the cavity and the two sealants and repair the filling. (2 more shots) then they try to get the impression again. it takes 3 tries, involving 3 separate people, because, apparently my mouth was crafted not by god, but satan himself! the doctor made sure to mention that I will almost definitely require a custom frame for my unholy mouth guard, and that they'll look forward to seeing me next week.
it took the rest of the day to get the feeling in my mouth back, and two days later my jaw still aches *weeble*