Oh shitting mother of God....
Sorry, this is really really long.


I've never ever had a fear of dentists until very recently... But first a run up to why this is...

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I was in the second year of Uni and realised there was a hole in my tooth, so figured I'd better go and get it sorted out. Having not visited the dentist for many a year, and being somewhat naive, I decided to go to the nearest dentist I could find. I went to Uni in New Cross, the nearest dentist being in Deptford. At this point, alarm bells should have been ringing but no. In I go, he has a bit of a poke around with those horrible plastic gloves and starts on the tooth. Numbed up? Check. Can you feel this? No. He starts drilling, and drilling, and drilling... I'm not thinking anything of this until PANG!!!! Something jars through the numbness making me shout out loud and sit bolt upright. He'd drilled into the nerve. To this day I've never felt pain like it. After he's filled the tooth, it takes a while to settle down, but after that it's fine.

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Now it's two years on, I'm in work (HMV of all places) and the tooth of destiny starts playing up. Eventually it gets so bad I take the day off and go and see an emergency dentist who has a look, says it's impacted wisdom teeth, gives me some codine (excellent stuff) and sends me on my way. It's still playing up though... a few more emergency dental appoinments later, the Dentist and St Guys and St Thomas's in London tells me I need a root canal, but she can only empty the cavity a bit and I should get my dentist to finish it off. Around this time, me and the missus move to Brighton. Find a new dentist, who has a look, doens't bother with X-Rays and says "That's just a filling, not a root canal". Does a filling, all good.

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A few months ago, two years on from the last episode, I start to feel the familiar pangs of tooth hurtage. I've learned by now, straight off to the expensive dentist, who refers me to somewhere else for a root canal. I go, and after three hours with my mouth open (nothing to hold it open mind, just willpower, he says he's got to stop there for the day and that there isn't one root canal in that tooth, there are FOUR. FOUR ROOT CANALS IN ONE BASTARDING TOOTH. Not only that, they're narrow, really narrow. Like "they should be on a 44 year old". I'm 24. As he finishes off for the day I try and close my mouth, before realising I can't open it again. After three hours, my jaw muscles have reacted and won't open again. Nothing he can do, see you two weeks.

Two weeks later, back I go, manage to open my mouth after FOUR cartridges of numbing stuff are injected (as opposed to the usual one - I'm obviously some kind of horse / human hybrid) I'm finally able to open my mouth again (to the sound of bone grinding against bone, I hope you never have to hear that sound inches away from your own ear).

After another three hours, he's done, but there's a bit of metal pointy thing in there that he won't be able to remove (i.e. it's in there for life) and I can't close my mouth without help. Once I get it closed, jaw locks up again, for another bastarding month and half.

And all becauseI went to the dentist in Deptford. I have cried a lot over this, not once in sorrow. I am now terrified of going back to have those impacted wisdom teeth I mentioned removed. It's in a few weeks. Help me B3tans, help me.

Length / girth / whatever, PLEASE HELP ME!!!!
( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Thu 2 Nov 2006, 16:08, Reply)