Post by Cat on Nov 29, 2008 21:52:39 GMT
How my dentist classically conditioned a phobia unto me.
It all started with a coconut , oh yes, that wonderfully white crunchy fruit is a killer. So I ate a piece of coconut and a piece of my tooth came out. So, like any sane and most insane people, I went to the dentist ‘’A FILLING’’ he told me. And booked me in for 2months later, but HARK! I never got that far. A couple weeks later I got a tooth infection, went to the dentist, he gave me antibiotics, to kill the infection before he does the work to give me a crown over the tooth [Instead of a filling because of the infection].
After the first set of antibiotics didn’t work and they had to give me more, they brought my appointments forward. And they gave me an extra appointment to ‘’relieve’’ pressure.
So I went to my pressure releasing appointment last week. That’s when I started to hate my dentist. He drilled into my tooth and my anaesthetic didn’t work, I felt everything. And it hurt like... well like something that hurts a lot. But he packed my tooth, and admittedly, it stopped hurting. I was pretty angered off to start though.
So yesterday, Friday, I had the big appointment, where they’d put in a temporary crown for Christmas and then after the Christmas break a permanent crown. I got into the dentist’s death chair yesterday and he told me that he was going to do the same as he did last time. I was thinking ‘’ohnoes!’’ Anyway, he administered the anaesthetic, did some impressions, measured my teeth etc. Anyway about 20 minutes into the 1hr30 appointment he told me he couldn’t fix it and he had to remove it. So for the next 40 minutes he attacked my mouth with various chisel and drills, and other instruments. I managed to go to my happy place a lot. But after an hour into it, I started to feel everything, he gave me more anaesthetic, but that didn’t work.
I hated it so much I started to panic, and I’m easily susceptible to panic attacks, unless I can calm down, but it is hard to calm down when you’re on the death chair and some South African dentist has his tools in your mouth, and NO, that is NOT a euphemism. Anyway I started having a panic attack in the dentist’s chair. It got so bad I started hyperventilating. The dentist finally realised this, and sort of backed away in fear, I couldn’t move, or breathe properly. The dentist nurse called out in the waiting room for Mother, who also couldn’t help, so they had to get the oxygen out and give me and oxygen mask. Apparently he said he was sorry to Mom, I couldn’t hear anything. Anyway I don’t have to go back for a while. Good, if he thinks I’m returning anytime soon, he has another thing coming.
It all started with a coconut , oh yes, that wonderfully white crunchy fruit is a killer. So I ate a piece of coconut and a piece of my tooth came out. So, like any sane and most insane people, I went to the dentist ‘’A FILLING’’ he told me. And booked me in for 2months later, but HARK! I never got that far. A couple weeks later I got a tooth infection, went to the dentist, he gave me antibiotics, to kill the infection before he does the work to give me a crown over the tooth [Instead of a filling because of the infection].
After the first set of antibiotics didn’t work and they had to give me more, they brought my appointments forward. And they gave me an extra appointment to ‘’relieve’’ pressure.
So I went to my pressure releasing appointment last week. That’s when I started to hate my dentist. He drilled into my tooth and my anaesthetic didn’t work, I felt everything. And it hurt like... well like something that hurts a lot. But he packed my tooth, and admittedly, it stopped hurting. I was pretty angered off to start though.
So yesterday, Friday, I had the big appointment, where they’d put in a temporary crown for Christmas and then after the Christmas break a permanent crown. I got into the dentist’s death chair yesterday and he told me that he was going to do the same as he did last time. I was thinking ‘’ohnoes!’’ Anyway, he administered the anaesthetic, did some impressions, measured my teeth etc. Anyway about 20 minutes into the 1hr30 appointment he told me he couldn’t fix it and he had to remove it. So for the next 40 minutes he attacked my mouth with various chisel and drills, and other instruments. I managed to go to my happy place a lot. But after an hour into it, I started to feel everything, he gave me more anaesthetic, but that didn’t work.
I hated it so much I started to panic, and I’m easily susceptible to panic attacks, unless I can calm down, but it is hard to calm down when you’re on the death chair and some South African dentist has his tools in your mouth, and NO, that is NOT a euphemism. Anyway I started having a panic attack in the dentist’s chair. It got so bad I started hyperventilating. The dentist finally realised this, and sort of backed away in fear, I couldn’t move, or breathe properly. The dentist nurse called out in the waiting room for Mother, who also couldn’t help, so they had to get the oxygen out and give me and oxygen mask. Apparently he said he was sorry to Mom, I couldn’t hear anything. Anyway I don’t have to go back for a while. Good, if he thinks I’m returning anytime soon, he has another thing coming.
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