So here I've been sitting lo, these many months just letting the plaque accumulate and the red wine and coffee stain what's left of my teeth. But so what? Who cares? Everyone knows I'm just going to let them fall out and then insert new wooden ones myself with the help of a Youtube tutorial eventually. Wooden teeth will be the next big thing. "George Washington Chic" seems like something Hipsters might make happen, doesn't it?
So what could have possibly lead me to go get my teeth cleaned earlier this week? The big motivator is some insurance money that is about to disappear into the ether and the other is that I actually found a practice that takes treating dental phobic people like myself seriously. Ladies and Germs (under my tongue) I give you...
|Hold my calls.|
Sure, I spent most of the night before my appointment in a panic over the anaesthetic and the whole thing was sort of a trigger for bad thoughts and anxiety BUT once I got there the next morning I knew that I'd made the right decision.
I had a lengthy consultation earlier in the week with a lovely nurse (Kathryn) and the dentist (Dr. Dann) which really helped me and then the day of the cleaning everyone who dealt with me was just incredible. It was all very gentle, starting with a sleeping pill and numbing cream on the area where the iv went in. Next thing I knew they were waking me up in recovery. Literally every other dentist I've been to has felt like a sadistic butcher. I liked this guy so much I might even stay awake next time. Maybe. Anyway, A+ to the whole team.