I was surfing the net today after eating my lunch. I have a bad habit of chewing on my fingernails, which is what I was doing. At some point, I realised that something tiny and solid was in my mouth. I figured I had bitten through my nail, however, the fingernail was completely intact and there was a sharp ledge on my front tooth.
A large bit of my front, lower incisor literally crumbled away from the rest of my tooth.
It’s not too bad. For the most part, the break is inside the mouth, not in the front of the tooth. Also there is only a little sensitivity, so it’s can’t be too near a nerve. Still, having this sharp bit against my tongue is rather uncomfortable, and I’m afraid to eat or brush my teeth, for fear that I will break the rest of the tooth, or be crippled in pain. My jaw is also beginning to hurt, and I have developed a minor whistle, so I had to cancel my shift at work.
I kind of went into shock. I also thought, with a bit of dread that I would have to go to the dentist to have it fixed. After rationalising that I could not in fact, avoid this fate,, I called my mother, got the number to the Hazeldean Dental Clinic, and made an appointment for tomorrow morning at 11:40.
The receptionist also added, with a bit of a snicker, “Oh, we haven’t seen you in a couple years.” And with good fucking reason!
Over the last 8 years I have made numerous trips to the dentist. I have thin enamel and brittle teeth, so breaks and cavities are frequent despite my oral hygiene. Over this time, a bitter taste has formed in my mouth (no pun intended) for oral health professionals.
I'll briefly explain my utter disgust in dentists and oral hygienists.
First off, I am always being told that I have gingivitis, which I can't seem to shake. They told me they would give me two antiseptic treatments two weeks apart, and it would be covered by insurance.
After the second treatment they said, oh yeah you still need another (which meant I missed yet another day of class during midterm time. So I told them that I could not, and that I wasn't available for at least a month. They tried to tell me that I would need even more if I waited that long. So I said fuck it. A week later we found out neither of the first two applications were covered and they were 200$ each.
Second, prior to this (as I never went back after the last treatment) the dentist started to grind down a "shallow" cavity without any freezing, saying it wouldn't hurt because it didn’t get near the nerve. Well despite the virtual lake I was crying, she didn't offer any freezing till I screamed at her demanding it.
Yet another time, I went for x-rays to determine where another cavity was, and the hygienist wrote down that I had two cavities, when there was just one. The dentist started the drill saying she'd start one side and then go to the next till I stopped her and told her I needed just one. THEN is when she checked for herself and told me I was right and only needed one. With no apology I may add, for her own neglect to check to see for herself in the beginning.
It just seems that I every time I go I am treated incredibly poor, and that they are on a ceaseless attempt to make me pay for services I don't need.
The hygienists, with one exception, are very rude.
So I stopped going, since I am always cause tons of pain, or constant harassment.
Ok, that is not a brief explanation but I am basically afraid to return.
Because of my day off now, I started to read Emily Bronte's Wurthering Heights. And so far I like it.
In other news, I was taken shopping by my Aunt Judy, who was visiting from Totenham, on saturday. She bought me two shirts, a very cool blazer thing, charcoal plaid dress pants, and an amazing pair of plum coloured patent heels. On top of that, she gave me 50$.
Since she doesn't have her own children, she tends to dote on my sister and I, and who am I to refuse?
I miss Kim.
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