Well, I survived the dentist.
I confess I was shaking a little when I went in and asked if she could knock me out.
She laughed and said it was unnecessary as it wouldn’t hurt. I didn’t believe her.
I told her how sensitive my gums are and how I didn’t have a very high pain threshold. She was very kind though and agreed to use the numbing gel.
She began. And the water stopped.
Seems the reservoir wasn’t full so there I am lying in the chair, pipes dangling from open gob, and wringing the tissue in my hands to shreds.
She applied more gel, and it tickled! I burst out laughing and she was very surprised as obviously that hadn’t happened before, or very often!
Water now gushing, she set to again with what felt like a dremel and chisel. The gel helped, but I still had a couple of OW moments.
I felt such a wimp. I do not have a fear of the dentist as such, just the work they do on you.
This goes back to a very early age when I had a brute of a dentist who hurt me every time I went and became obsessed with removing teeth to make room for a brace which cut into my gums. At my last visit, I told him to shove it, and my Mum was gobsmacked.
Rinsing my mouth, I spat out quite a bit of blood, which was not surprising as on one back tooth, she put in a wad of cotton wool which came out bloody. I guess she got a bit carried away there, but actually, that one didn’t hurt.
I was still a little shaky and needed a few moments to get my act together.
Then wishing them all a Merry Christmas, I left to make an appointment for 6 months, which takes us up to February for a check up.
I’ve had something soft to eat and the tingly feeling has now gone. It’s been recommended I use an electric toothbrush, so I will share Hubby’s with my own colour coded brush head,
floss twice a day, and use Corsodyl mouthwash daily. My teeth aren’t too bad for an old gal, but my gums are another matter.