My dental traumas have long been catalogued here (see 'dentistry'tag) but to cut a long story short I have periodontal disease, the result of which is that over time my teeth are loosening and will fall out. Do not go there, the thought horrifies me let alone the reality but there is little to be done and right now, in fact for the last two years, I have one back tooth that really doesn't want to be where it should be any longer.And thereby hangs something of a problem. I am dental phobic. I have dealt with it in the main, I have always gone to the dentist albeit under the influence of Valium, save for a period in Scotland when dentistry in the UK first became something of an economic stupidity between those practising and the government, but I have never managed to get a grip of the extraction carry on. No way. Nope. You are not pulling anything out of my head, I don't care how much anaesthesia you inject into me or how much you try to convince me it won't hurt, you are still not doing it Mr Dentist. Sorry, but just no!
So, I now have the aforementioned back tooth that is all but hanging on by a thread, it hurts all the time (they all hurt all the time courtesy of the perio. disease but this one is bad hurt), I can't eat properly, I constantly have infections, yada, yada, yada but can I get myself together enough to bite the bullet? (no pun intended) No! Seemingly I can't!
Jeez....I annoy me at times!
I did finally today persuade myself into the surgery in the hope that in my brave moment they would do the deed but it was not to be, they insisted I have an appointment. I insisted that would be pointless because I wouldn't actually make it, they insisted there was no other way, not even if I was prepared to sit and wait. I left, still with the offending tooth.
Back to square one!
I really must get myself together and sort this out but somehow, each time I try, my resolve weakens and I either cancel the appointment or 'leg it' at the last moment. I am a grown woman, it is wholly pathetic I know but knowing that doesn't help!
What is most galling is that my teeth themselves are nigh on perfect, nothing wrong with them... it's the jaw bone that's the issue so as if losing one's teeth isn't bad enough I will lose un-filled, un-capped, perfect working order teeth! Ack.
Did I mention I annoy me intensely at times?
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I had a friend with this, she asked her dentist to remove all her teeth at once so that she only had to make one trip and they refused, so she went privite and had it done in three visits. It cost her a fortune, but she said it was the only way she could do it because she was scaried stiff of the dentist.
I am with you on this one Gemma, but if you can find one you trust they can be of great help. SOH found that when he had a bad tooth last november he called nhs dentist helpline and they referred him to one in Bedford who fixed it immediately no waiting... might be worth a try.
Can support the NHS emergency dentist idea. I went down that route and it would have worked had I not been on Warfarin which meant that nothing at all happened and I still have a sliver of tooth hanging about in the breeze.
I hate teeths! They cause nothing but problems for everybuddy.
They're difficult to get, difficult to keep in good shape, and difficult to get rid of!
Mind you, I once thought the same about girlfriends!
Honestly I do feel sorry for you. But just remember, if you do eventually get it dealt with, you have a perfect subject for a blog and we can all rejoice with you!
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