Arrrgh!!!

Many years ago, before I was wearing boots, I had to have some wisdom teeth pulled. All 4 to be exact. I did not have insurance at the time so it was very expensive, therefore I opted for the laughing gas instead of being put under. For 3 hours the dentist and his assistant chit chatted about their upcoming weekend plans while I sat with my mouth open, drooling, bleeding, trying not to laugh (from the gas) knowing my weekend was going to SUCK!

OUCH! I won't let them take a tooth out if they don't put me to sleep. I had an abscessed impacted wisdom tooth when I was newly married, and ultimately had all four taken out. The dentist was gorgeous, and very short. He needed to stand on a box to reach me in the chair, and was asking me if I could help him find a piano teacher as I was drifting off.

I'm a firm believer in anything involving pain give me many drugs and putting me under is my choice if given one. When my wisdom teeth were pulled I had a very hunk of a hunk of yummie single guy and only got to get a glimpse of him before falling under. According to the guy I was dating at the time I gave detail of what I'd like to do with the dentist on the drive home. Luckily, I have no memory of this!!!

My dentist is actually pretty good at deciphering the answers. One time he asked what class I was taking and I was extremely surprised that he knew what I said.

However, asking about socks? Never gottent hat one. The way to avoid that is to spew out a whole bunch of nonsense about a facinating life (in my case, that would be made up) - before they get a chance to get their fingers in your mouth. You will be remembered forever for that and will get all sorts of interesting questions everytime you go in.

Of course this only works well if you can remember what told them previously!

...my dentist and I don't talk much...once I left home I didn't visit a dentist for about 5/6 years and only then as support to me kids...eventually the dentist persuaded me to just sit in the chair...later he looked at my teeth from a distance...a 3rd visit he got near my mouth and on the 4th visit we decided that he could put his fingers in my mouth - but only on the understanding that "I was going to hurt him much more than he hurt me" :^)...so now I just sit there, eyes closed, legs crossed, arms crossed, body totally rigid and recite the 17 times table as far as I can go :^)...

I feel the same about dentists, billy and Jamie. I went a long time without having to see one, and then was thrown to the lions when I developed TMJ. Luckily, I found an amazing woman who has helped me work out some of my fear. I went for about 8 years with nothing more than cleaning and x-rays, so I had some time to get used to her. It's a good thing, because she had to do a crown for me last year too. I figure at the going rates, I can only afford one a year, and I don't want to spend any more time in the chair than I have to.