My first taste of blood of the day, great. The plastic jabbed into the roof of my mouth, cutting it just as I expected it would and I was so pissed. When she finally took the thing out of my mouth I was so angry I shouted ‘JESUS CHRIST THAT THING CUT MY MOUTH!’. I was so angry with how she dealt with me, knowing I was nervous (I told her when I first went in), I don’t think shoving things in my mouth and forcing it closed was quite the way to do things.<\/p>\n
I touched the roof of my mouth to check the damage and got dizzy when it came out covered in blood.<\/p>\n
She was nicer after I screamed and waved my bloody finger at her… but by that time it didn’t matter. I was a nervous wreck. If getting a stupid x-ray, which I’ve had done at dentists 100 times in my life back in Canada, could be SUCH an ordeal then what else could I expect?<\/p>\n
This is where it got REALLY humiliating. I didn’t see that chick again, but when I went back into the office in the dentist chair and the dentist walked in I BURST into tears. I wanted to die, I was so embarrassed.<\/p>\n
Thankfully the dentist was really nice and understanding. I’m sure he and everyone else in the office heard the commotion that went on with me and his assistant and it said right on my file that I was a nervous patient… so he was very sweet and just chatted with me until I calmed down.<\/p>\n
He assured me that the stories of the Dutch dentists not using any anesthetic was completely untrue and if <\/em>there was any kind of procedure that needed to be done, he’d make sure I wouldn’t feel a thing. That was reassuring and a good thing because as it turned out that broken tooth in the back of my mouth needed to be removed. He made an appointment for 5:30pm for me to come back to have it out.<\/p>\n I was so embarrassed, shaken and angry (with the assistant) that I walked all the way home. I wore my summer shoes and apparently my feet needed to toughen up again because they were bloody when I got home. Good grief, this was turning into a wonderful day indeed!<\/p>\n Xander was home to take me to my 2nd appointment of the day. I was frozen and the tooth came out… in pieces. As he was trying to pull it the decayed portion of the tooth broke free of the roots so he had to do some serious digging to get the roots out. This was most uncomfortable, not because I could feel anything where he was digging, but because it was far back in my mouth and my lips were being stretched, jabbed into my teeth and cut and they weren’t<\/em> frozen. It hurt like a bitch!<\/p>\n I survived though. Now with a cut in the roof of my mouth, a bruised lip on the outside, cuts on the inside and a massive hole where my tooth once was. It’s over. I have no other cavities and don’t have to visit the dentist again for 6 months, THANK GOD!!<\/p>\n The tooth broke years ago and has been rotting away since… after seeing it I can understand why it was so damn sore.<\/p>\n I contemplated putting the rest of the pics in this post for shock value but it wasn’t worth the whining I’d probably get about it because it really is kind of gross and bloody.<\/p>\n So, if you want to see the rest, you can click the links and not blame me if you are grossed out because it’s your own damn fault.<\/p>\n![](\"http:\/\/www.breigh.com\/blogpics\/tooth2.jpg\")
<\/a>I kept the tooth of course, because I’m a total sicko. It was freakin HUGE and nasty. Look how MASSIVE that root is! That is part of what was up inside my gum. I’m sure the tip must have almost reached my eyeball.<\/p>\n