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Jun. 18th, 2004 03:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
missroseroseI think the worst part of going to the dentist is that when you get back, you feel like crap, but in a very localized way - not enough to justify going back to bed for a couple of hours.
Last appointment was fairly simple. I went in, I got a couple of shots of Novocaine, I got a filling and a reseal, I came out thinking maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
This time, well...I think I was the subject of the use of every dental torture implement known to Man (or woman). The Hook, the Rubber Dam (which always makes me want to laugh because the first time I heard of those it was in the context of using them for protection when eating a girl out), the Clamp, the Q-Tip With Cherry Flavored Localized Numbing Stuff, the Cotton Pads, the Drill, the Sealant, the Buffer (or at least, I think that's what that thing was), the Sucky Thingy, the Water Sprayer (which even managed to get some trickling down my neck), and some insane number of Novocaine shots (I lost count at four, I think the total was something like seven or eight. Of course, there was the consolation that after the first three, I couldn't feel it at all when he put the needle in again). Plus a good few metal and/or plastic doohickeys that even I wasn't sure what they were for. It took two hours, but supposedly I now have the worst of my cavities filled, as well as a problem with the work from my last appointment fixed.
And I've got another appointment in a week.
Lucky me.
Last appointment was fairly simple. I went in, I got a couple of shots of Novocaine, I got a filling and a reseal, I came out thinking maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
This time, well...I think I was the subject of the use of every dental torture implement known to Man (or woman). The Hook, the Rubber Dam (which always makes me want to laugh because the first time I heard of those it was in the context of using them for protection when eating a girl out), the Clamp, the Q-Tip With Cherry Flavored Localized Numbing Stuff, the Cotton Pads, the Drill, the Sealant, the Buffer (or at least, I think that's what that thing was), the Sucky Thingy, the Water Sprayer (which even managed to get some trickling down my neck), and some insane number of Novocaine shots (I lost count at four, I think the total was something like seven or eight. Of course, there was the consolation that after the first three, I couldn't feel it at all when he put the needle in again). Plus a good few metal and/or plastic doohickeys that even I wasn't sure what they were for. It took two hours, but supposedly I now have the worst of my cavities filled, as well as a problem with the work from my last appointment fixed.
And I've got another appointment in a week.
Lucky me.
