Been there. 2 days before I could get an appointment. Most pain I’ve ever been inTwo words...
Dry socket.
Been there. 2 days before I could get an appointment. Most pain I’ve ever been inTwo words...
Dry socket.
Having just returned from the dentist after a filling that seemed to take forever I am curious as to why the numbness needs to go on for so long. Is it just for laughs so they can watch you spill drink all down the side of your face for the rest of the day, or are they being over cautious to avoid inflicting pain?
Also why talk to you when you clearly can't reply? Why say open wider when your mouth is already more open than an alligator? And finally what the hell is that instrument they attach to you and leave there for ages. Is that just for laughs again?!
Anyone got any good or insider dentist stories that might shed some light on their seedy world?
I came across a dentist whilst in the RAF in Germany in the 1950s whose attitude to fillings was "I don't use anaesthetics. If you don't move, it won't hurt" If you winced or jumped, he said "You moved". He was the Senior Dental Officer for 2nd TAF, the RAF based in Germany, so he presumably had some good qualifications.
Like most people I speak to in their mid fifties, I'd had all my back teeth filled by the time I was sixteen. 'You're a brave lad, aren't you? You'll not need an anaesthetic will you?'. This left me with a longstanding dental phobia which meant I didn't go back to a dentist for twenty five years. I was lucky to find a very patient one and I'm OK now, check up every six months.
What bugs me is that, whilst I've had most of the old metal fillings replaced, I've not needed a new filling in 40 years. The cynic in me wonders whether dentists in the early Seventies just gave kids fillings as a revenue raising matter of course.
I don't have anaesthetics for fillings. Anaesthetics are for softies - no numbness afterwards either.
I don't have anaesthetics for fillings. Anaesthetics are for softies - no numbness afterwards either.
A friend of my mum (yes really) went to her dentist back in the late 60's and he examined her breasts.
Like most people I speak to in their mid fifties, I'd had all my back teeth filled by the time I was sixteen. 'You're a brave lad, aren't you? You'll not need an anaesthetic will you?'. This left me with a longstanding dental phobia which meant I didn't go back to a dentist for twenty five years. I was lucky to find a very patient one and I'm OK now, check up every six months.
What bugs me is that, whilst I've had most of the old metal fillings replaced, I've not needed a new filling in 40 years. The cynic in me wonders whether dentists in the early Seventies just gave kids fillings as a revenue raising matter of course.