Thursday, April 17, 2008

The mouth that roared

I sat in the dentist's chair Wednesday morning, expecting that I would be writing today about how my world sucked for the third day running.

But no! There is good news in my universe! Yes!

There is rarely good news when I sit in my dentist's chair. I lost the genetic lottery when it comes to teeth, and to further complicate things, I had probably one of the world's worst pediatric dentists as a child, resulting in dental anxiety that just don't quit.

I am not alone in my traumatization at the evil hands of Dr. BiteMe. My bff also went to him (10 years later) and suffers from the same anxiety to this day.

I have written about this demonic dental den of doom before -- in November -- and the frightening kitty-cat clock with the moving eyes that continue to haunt my nightmares.

*Shudder*

Ok, moving on. So yeah, I was expecting horrors today -- and SURPRISE! I got good'ish news!

The last time my hygenist had her hands in my mouth, she got all bent about possible bone loss and some weirdness that disturbed her, and she wanted to refer me to a periodontist. Plus I had had this little dental emergency (detailed vaguely in that November post referenced above) that had led to the removal of a molar.

I freaked. Plus I felt like I was 95 years old and headed for dentures.

So Wednesday morning, feeling all chipper and perky after being able to walk a straight line for the first time in 24 hours, I went for a consultation with my wonderful adult dentist, Dr. Sweetie-Pie.

Oh how I love him.

Because he told me GOOD thing! Like it's not bone loss -- it's a result of how my teeth have shifted following orthodontic-induced tooth pullage at the age of 10. It might LOOK like bone loss, but indeed it is just my mouth (genetics again -- lucky me)!

Plus, the "other weirdnesses" are ALSO not anything to be concerned about and a possible referral to a periodontist was NOT warranted. WHOOOHOOO!

AND -- I am a candidate for a freakin' implant for my missing molar. No partials, no bridges. An implant!

Yes, it is big bucks, but it means I am not an old fart.

A partial? I almost had a stroke at the thought.

Anyway, after the craptasticalness that has been me this week, I took this as a sign.

Yes, I meant a GOOD sign.

Sheesh.

19 comments:

Mr Lady said...

I will never again get good news at the dentist. I am going to live vicariously through you now, if that's okay.

Janet said...

I vaguely remember the dentist I had as a child talking to my mother about money ... and not in a nice way. I didn't like going after that. When I lived in Japan, though, I had a great experience with an orthodontist; he wanted to put braces on me as he needed a case to do for graduation. I agreed (braces in my 30s!) and while it was painful at times, he was the nicest, funniest guy, as was his assistant. My dentist now is also a friend of mine; she lives 8 hours away, but it gives me a firm excuse to see her at least twice a year :-)

Burgh Baby's Mom said...

My parents spared me the torture of the dentist by just not sending me. That made for some good times when I finally drug myself there when I was about 20. Good times, good times.

Yay! for someone (besides me, of course) telling you that you are not old! Cuz you're not.

nikki said...

Take the good news where you can get it! The dentist scares the crap out of me.

LceeL said...

Great news. I hope Dr. Painless can do the implant with a minimum of discomfort. Because that has NEVER been my experience with a Dentist. But there's always hope.

Tink said...

I hear you about the bad teeth genetics. I have natural pits in my teeth that are impossible (literally) to clean. So despite brushing, flossing, and gargling mouth wash three times a day, I always have a cavity. Congrats on the good visit this time!

anglophilefootballfanatic said...

How wonderful! You are NOT an old fart. And, my dad had to have implants - look totally normal. His are his front two, so when I say they blend in, they REALLY blend in.

Pamela said...

I had some trauma a bit over a year ago and lost a molar. The oral surgeon started me on the path towards an implant with a bone graft...which didn't take because it turns out I need my sinuses lifted.
Anyway.. long story short, I felt uncomfortable with each visit to that office (The staff, in my opinion, was incompetent)
So I had to wait to get in with a different dental clinic (with good references from friends)... and I start the implant process over again in May

We should comare notes sometime

The Immoral Matriarch said...

I don't remember the dentist. I haven't been in *that* long.

Jungles Wife said...

Ah, dentists. Don't get me started...

So glad your second opinion was a better one.

signed, one of the other Janets

Burfica said...

what is with these dentists scaring the crap out of kids. I had the worst visit with one when I was young. It was supposed to be a cleaning, and he pulled 4 lower front teeth, without telling my mom till it was over, and he didn't numb me all the way.

I didn't go back till my wisdom tooth broke this past fall, and had to go to have surgery (put out all the way and everything) But the dentist said he didn't see any problems, and maybe in couple years might need a filling or two for the first time in my life.

My son on the other hand has horrid teeth, but I found him a great dentist, we have to go three hours away, but he's wonderful.

Simply Jenn said...

Hmm, I told you two bad days were enough!

maggie's mind said...

Yay, you! I've got gum issues but finally found an excellent dentist who refuses to accept "I have crappy teeth and gums" as the end of a statement no matter how many other dentists told me that, and he's committed to solving the problem instead of being a negative asshat. There are good dentists out there in between the not so good ones, and I'm glad that you found one and got good news to boot. Awesomeness!

jennifer said...

Reading this made my teeth hurt. So glad you got good news and that you're not heading for the nursing home!

Kaytabug said...

I am so glad you got some good news!!
Really glad you are feeling better!
Still looking forward to tomorrows post! ;)

HRH said...

Sorry if this is posted more then once, I got word verificationified.

I suffer from PTDS (post traumatic dentist syndrome) too. Ugh. Thank God you aren't 95.

Junebug said...

I lost an upper molar due to my impacted wisdom tooth cracking it. I found a wonderful dentist to go to and now I have had all wisdom teeth removed. I miss that molar though. I probably ought to ask about an implant for it. I am always worried when I have my teeth cleaned that they are going to make me go to the periodontist. I have a place on my front bottom row teeth where the gum has receded some. They always watch that and me too. I really don't want a skin graft. OOoh.

Joy T. said...

I say some of those dentists from years ago should be taken and put in a room and...well I won't say. But it isn't nice. Let's just say I had a horrible dentist as well and leave it at that. Glad to hear you got some good news. Can't imagine you singing any more of those gorgeous songs with no teeth :o)

Jana B said...

Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... dentists are scawy!!!!!

I had my first dental visit with Dr Ruth... who refused to believe me when I told her my dad could not be numbed when he went to the dentist (really! He couldn't! He had to have oral surgery done and be put under.) I was 8. And it hurt like HELL.

Luckily I got a new dentist later, when I REFUSED to go back to her. EVER. The new dentist was much nicer, and sang silly songs to me. I *heart* him.

 
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