The dentist – my best friend
“Hang on”, you must be thinking, “this is meant to be sarcastic, right?”.
Nope! I am 100% serious. I like my dentist and that’s probably a good thing, because I tend to frequent the practice at least 3-4 times per year. In fact, I was there this morning!
You must think I’m absolute bonkers, but the thing is I have very bad teeth. Not the visibly bad like yellow, crooked teeth – more like ‘nice on the outside, ugly on the inside’.
The majority of adults have 32 teeth and in my case there are only about 8 left of them that do not have fillings. That’s a whole lot of fillings I can tell you! And they keep falling out regularly which is what happened yesterday.
I had this big gaping hole and every time I ate or drank it hurt like hell. The dentist fixed it within 25 minutes and my pain was gone. So for me the dentist is a lifesaver! I come with pain and leave as a happy bunny.
It wasn’t always like that though. My previous fear of dentists goes back to when I was 9 years old. In the east of Germany in the mid 90s there wasn’t a lot of choice when it came to dental practices, so my Mum always dragged me to “Frau Löwe” which translates to “Mrs Lion”. And she certainly lived up to her expectation.
As we sat in the waiting room I heard piercing screams and one sobbing child after another came out – until it was my turn in the torture chamber. I didn’t know it at that time but this experience would haunt me for the next 16 years.
When I turned 25 everything changed. Mostly, my teeth started to gang up on me and let me down regularly. I had to undergo a root canal treatment on the day of my birthday! An abscess had developed under one filling and the nerve inside had been dying. The pain was excruciating and I had to leave work with tears streaming down my face. Tooth pain is a real bitch, the worst of all because no pain killers really help. You can get prescribed bloody Codeine and be drowsy as hell but the throbbing and crippling pain stays.
This was when I finally found a dentist who specialised in “nervous patients”. OK, if this is what you want to call people that are terrified of pain (aren’t we all??) then I’m fine with it. As long as you don’t inflict any on me! Turns out it meant more than that. He took his time and explained every step to me, stopped immediately when I felt uncomfortable and – most importantly – when I twitched and winced the slightest bit he would top up the local anaesthetic. My fear was finally gone.
I was glad to find a great dentist in Dublin as well. She even numbs me up in some sensitive parts for scale and polish.
To end this story:
Nowadays there really is just no reason to suffer at the dentist. If your dentist is inflicting pain on you then you should leave and find a new one that treats you with respect.
PS: Anyone in need of dentist recommendations please let me know. I have some for Brighton and London (UK), Dublin (Ireland) and Dresden (Germany) 🙂