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So.
For the past 20 years or so, the only way I have been able to endure any dental treatment, was with full anaesthesia.
As in, out for the count.
In France, that is not an option.
Alas. I've had bad toothache since Thursday. I knew it's an abscess in a broken back tooth. I've battled it, big time.
Hell, I went as far as taking horse antibiotics to clear it. (No, seriously, I was that desperate.)
It wasn't clearing. It just got worse. Clove oil and painkillers, as well as Orajel (a kind of teething numbing gel, if you don't know the stuff) kept it somewhat at bay.
But I knew that tooth has to come out.
So yesterday I called the dentist. Got an appointment for this morning.
Dave, my builder, took me so I wouldn't have to drive.
I was absolutely terrified. I'm not kidding, I get in that chair and they start, and I skirt perilously close to a heart attack.
So.
At 10:30 this morning, I got to the dentist. 20 min wait (while my nerves frazzle to bits) and in I go.
My teeth are terrible. (And that's no exaggeration.)
She informs me that the tooth has to come out, but if it's too much stress for me, she can refer me to hospital to have it done.
I breathed a sigh of relief... then "However, it'll take at least a month before you get a Rendezvous".
ACK.
A month with constant tooth ache? Yay.
She then goes "I will numb it all up REALLY well, and we can try, if you want. If there is any pain, I will stop."
Here I am, shaking the chair to pieces, completely terrified...and... I nodded.
Off she went with the injections. I don't know how many. Some hurt, some didn't.
"We try?"
I asked her to give it another minute to get really numb.
Then I said "Go".
And... whup... it was out.
Literally seconds after she started, she went "Ok, it's out."
And I just sagged. Literally folded in on myself with relief.
She cleaned up the abscess and told me there are a couple others that need to come out (Oz broke them, years ago) and... I made another appointment!
I'll have to get up the nerve to go, but... I'm determined to get over this now.
Suffice it to say, I'm pretty damn proud of myself for doing this, because it really took one HELL of a leap of faith on my part.
For the past 20 years or so, the only way I have been able to endure any dental treatment, was with full anaesthesia.
As in, out for the count.
In France, that is not an option.
Alas. I've had bad toothache since Thursday. I knew it's an abscess in a broken back tooth. I've battled it, big time.
Hell, I went as far as taking horse antibiotics to clear it. (No, seriously, I was that desperate.)
It wasn't clearing. It just got worse. Clove oil and painkillers, as well as Orajel (a kind of teething numbing gel, if you don't know the stuff) kept it somewhat at bay.
But I knew that tooth has to come out.
So yesterday I called the dentist. Got an appointment for this morning.
Dave, my builder, took me so I wouldn't have to drive.
I was absolutely terrified. I'm not kidding, I get in that chair and they start, and I skirt perilously close to a heart attack.
So.
At 10:30 this morning, I got to the dentist. 20 min wait (while my nerves frazzle to bits) and in I go.
My teeth are terrible. (And that's no exaggeration.)
She informs me that the tooth has to come out, but if it's too much stress for me, she can refer me to hospital to have it done.
I breathed a sigh of relief... then "However, it'll take at least a month before you get a Rendezvous".
ACK.
A month with constant tooth ache? Yay.
She then goes "I will numb it all up REALLY well, and we can try, if you want. If there is any pain, I will stop."
Here I am, shaking the chair to pieces, completely terrified...and... I nodded.
Off she went with the injections. I don't know how many. Some hurt, some didn't.
"We try?"
I asked her to give it another minute to get really numb.
Then I said "Go".
And... whup... it was out.
Literally seconds after she started, she went "Ok, it's out."
And I just sagged. Literally folded in on myself with relief.
She cleaned up the abscess and told me there are a couple others that need to come out (Oz broke them, years ago) and... I made another appointment!
I'll have to get up the nerve to go, but... I'm determined to get over this now.
Suffice it to say, I'm pretty damn proud of myself for doing this, because it really took one HELL of a leap of faith on my part.