Dental Judgement Day (Blog 513)

Earlier on today I went to the dentist for a teeth hygiene appointment and then a teeth checkup shortly after in the some building. The former visits have most definitely hurt a lot in the past, so my plan was to think of kebabs as I was getting operating on to ease the pain. The food would only be 10 or so hours away. Phew! As I arrived in the town rather early as per usual, that meant I could do some charity shop CD browsing beforehand. The only album that interested me was one by Dina Carrol. I like her version of ‘It’s Too Late’ as sad and distressing as the lyrics may be, but the song wasn’t actually on the CD so I took a gamble. A gamble worth the 30p I paid, I think. After buying it, I could have changed my mind and sent it back as I only rarely truly like pop music, but coincidentally, it was too late. You can’t treat charity shops that way. After that I think a fly flew in my left eye, and not long after that I think a fly flew into my right eye! That sounded like a planned attack to me. The goal? I don’t know.

In the dentist waiting room I had my mobile phone with me on that very rare occasion. Why? Because the day before I couldn’t start my car because I was in gear (I think), it freaked me out and I worried my battery was running out. Consequently I could miss arriving at the teeth place. If I was in trouble, I could then phone the dentist and explain the situation. I probably wouldn’t get a refund, but I wouldn’t look like I simply forgot to turn up, which would be embarrassing. But in the end I didn’t need to use my phone. I kept my mobile very safe with me, not just because it would be a pain losing it and then having to tell everyone about my new number, but also because I wanted to keep my collection of Gmail access codes. I have quite a few now! When I was finally called into the hygiene room, I asked if my teeth were ok and I was told they were! Phew again! Last time I was told I might be needing a filling, people keep lying to me seemingly because they find it funny. When I showed my hives to the person taking my Clozapine blood tests, I was told I could have eczema! Nope, I’m fairly sure I have hives which is a relief as I’m not sure if eczema is curable. Despite the good news about my teeth, the cleaning that followed sucked. Not just because I was in pain but because I kept having urges to bite the dentist’s fingers. That would hurt? Welcome to my world. In the end I didn’t think of kebabs, I didn’t think it would help me. :(

After maybe 10 or so minutes my teeth were all cleaned up and I waited in the waiting room once again. It was then I noticed a sign on a door saying ‘Automated External Defibrillator’. Aren’t they for like heart attacks? Strange for a dentist, right? Maybe they were for heart attacks caused by the pain. After a few minutes I was called into the checkup room. I asked if I could put my CD on a chair and one of the two dentists thought it was a gift for her. For one thing it would be inappropriate, for another thing I want it, and for ANOTHER thing what kind of gift is a used CD from a charity shop? Anyway, I was told to open my mouth as per usual and the dentist didn’t go ‘WHAT THE HELL IS THAT????’ as I feared, but he did say ‘Woooooah!!!!’ At least I thought he did, he actually said ‘open wiiiiide’ or something like that. I asked if my teeth were ok and was told some of my gums were inflamed which doesn’t sound too bad, my wisdom teeth are seriously malformed but that apparently doesn’t really matter either and I will be needing a filling in the near future. Again, when compared to my fears that wasn’t really so bad. So yeah, a reasonably good dentist experience I guess! For the pain I give it a B minus as it did hurt less than usual, and for the reasonably good news I give a B. Bye!