D is for Dentist... and Dread
This Thursday morning at 9 AM sharp I'm going to have a whole lot of much-needed dental work done. This translates to three root-canals, two large fillings, six crowns, and excision of a small bump on the inside of my cheek, all in one sitting!
I'm going to a highly recommended dentist who specializes in doing large amounts of work at one time, using sedation (very similar to that used for endoscopy and colonoscopy procedures and such) to basically put the patient into lala land where they are still conscious and able to respond, but not alert enough to care about what is happening, nor to remember the experience later. Sounds great... at least in theory. I'm definitely willing to try it, as a much better alternative than repeated torture sessions, to grind, drill, fill and replace bad teeth and old dental work.
Like most folks, going to the dentist fills me with dread. As a child our small-town dentist had to be kin to Attilla the Hun or some other famous torturer. He didn't like treating children and responded to fear, wiggles, or tears with roughness and harsh words. Dental equipment was a lot scarier back then too... big metal monsters with multiple arms that made horrible noises! Obviously, those experiences imprinted well on my memory!
The new dentist dispenses a Valium to be taken the night before the procedure (great idea), and the first dose of sedation meds to be taken an hour before appointment time. My husband will drop me off and the dentist and head to work. They'll call him about four hours later, when they're almost done treating me, to come and pick me up and take me home. They issue instructions for him to stay with me for the afternoon as I will be groggy until the sedation is fully worn off. My bigger concern is when the novocaine wears off!
My instincts are telling me that my face is gonna HURT LIKE H#*%!!! But the dentist tells me that pain levels and recovery time following this multiple-procedure visit will actually be less due to the sedation, since there is less tension in the jaws, and the dentist is able to work more quickly with less discomfort to the patient. I so hope he's right, since I have to return to work the following day regardless, as we will already be one person short in the office that day.
They've sent in prescriptions for an antibiotic, and pain meds in case I need them, so I guess I'm as ready to face the ordeal as I'm going to be. The dentist and his staff are all super friendly and caring. They even pass out soft, cuddly snuggies to keep you cozy and during procedures (think security blanket). For what this is costing, they should give you a leather recliner and a case of snuggies to take home! :-)
Pray for me on Thursday... I'll let you know how it goes!
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