Saturday, December 5, 2015
Question of the Day - When did you last feel anxiety or afraid?
Oh that one is easy. It would be when I had my second of what was to be four appointments with the denturist before the 'big day'. Most of you don't know this, because you don't really need to, but I have bad teeth. They aren't as bad as some but mine are plagued frequently with cavities, no matter how much I brush and take care of them.
After four decades I am left with a total of eighteen teeth, six along the top and twelve on the bottom. The top teeth are literally half gone, pulled over the years because a $200 extraction is far cheaper than a $1,500 crown. In the end the teeth decay and eventually have to be replaced so why bother wasting money saving them? And, my teeth are strong, a result of genetics which is both a blessing and a curse. A good thing because it takes longer for them to decay. I once had a broken tooth in the front that the dentist insisted I must get looked at "it will cause you problems and break any time now". Well, "any time now" was over five years later when it broke and another three years before I finally had to get it pulled. Some dentists are worse than vampires when it comes to sucking the life out of your wallet.
I decided, here in the 44th year, to replace the upper teeth with a denture. Which is NOT cheap. The upper dentures are $1,700, pulling the teeth $1,000, plus fuel and hotel rooms will bring the total to around $3,500. Ouch. And no, I don't have insurance, and no, insurance sucks. You end up paying in about what they pay out which defeats the whole purpose of having the insurance. I found it easier, and cheaper, to just save the money up until I could afford to pay for it.
That being said, the one I have now, is the first in, literally decades, to pass my personal "test" when it comes to dentists. First of all - he listens to what I say. When I warned him that extracting one of my teeth would not be as easy as most he listened. He ended up splitting the tooth and removing it in pieces. Quite the opposite from the previous tooth I had pulled in which the dentist ignored his own x-rays and fought for almost an hour to pull a front tooth that had two splayed roots. I have never felt so much pain in my entire life (because he also didn't listen to me when I said the freezing wouldn't work the same way either).
Anyways, back to the original question. So I went to the denturist and after five minutes her assistant started saying words like "extraction" and "swelling" and what I should do for it. Well, if you have never seen the onset of anxiety in a person this was a textbook example. my stress level on a scale of one to ten with ten the worst I'd say in about two minutes I'd gone from a three to a nine. My heart was beating out of my chest and I was sitting there in a bit of a daze as the assistant handed me things like tongue scrappers and recommended denture pastes for cleaning.
"Oh and we can set up the appointment for you next week if you like?" Next week for ... what... extractions?! Oh hell no! How did we go from several weeks of appointments to being the next one? WOAH! Wait a minute! How did we go from impressions to extractions?! I only found out, nearly fifteen minutes later, that the denturist had decided to just "skip" those two appointments, "if I didn't mind".
So, yeah, that would definitely be the last time I felt anxiety. It lasted until I left the denturist, went back to my hotel, and a few minutes into a TV show. Not impressed at all.
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