So back before Christmas, like the 2nd week of December, a filling in one of my back teeth fell out. I immediately felt a sense of terror because I knew this meant I would have to go to the dentist.
I'm not going to lie. I have the biggest phobia of the dentist. HUGE.
Not just I'm afraid, I don't want to go but I literally have anxiety 2 days before I have to go, I cry the second I see the dentist (totally uncontrollable), absolute fear. The dentist for me is like people being afraid of spiders. I just can't help it. I've had some pretty traumatizing experiences at different dentists over the years.
And for these reasons I have not been to a dentist since I got my braces off in 2005. No joke.
There was a period of time I didn't have insurance but I've had insurance for the past 3 years and I just never went. Always, always, always think about it because I want to have nice, white teeth, but then my fear would sink in and I would just forget it.
Anyway, my brother also had to see a dentist last year and I happened to find the one he went to and my mom told me he was a really nice guy and that I would probably like him. Since I lost a filling my mom called and scheduled an appointment for me.
The staff was really awesome and didn't make me feel stupid for crying even though I always feel stupid and they even told me stories of people twice my age that won't even get into the chair... haha. I guess I'm not the worst....
They offer Nitrous Oxide at this office so they gassed me and the visit was tolerable. I had a minor freak out in the middle and started to cry for who knows what reason. Probably the sound of the drill... I got my filling re-filled and he even replaced the one in front of that since it was starting to decay and I was already there. The dentist gave me a prescription for an anti-anxiety medication to take next time I go to the office.
At the end of my appointment I actually made a follow up appointment for an exam to have my teeth looked at and see what I needed done.
I went at the beginning of the year to have the exam. I needed a deep cleaning for obvious reasons and I have a few fillings that need to be re-done and a couple cavities to be filled which was to be expected.
I went back last week to have the 1st part of the cleaning done. I took my anti-anxiety medicine and I was also gassed (even though I couldn't breathe it in most of the time because my nose was so stuffed up) and I don't really remember too much from that appointment...
I do know that all the tartar is gone and my teeth already look and feel 100 times better that I am actually looking forward to having them cleaned. (Not the actual appt but the end result)
I have a couple more visits to go before I'm completely done but I am just so happy to have found a dentist I really love.
Everytime I go he asks how I'm doing and he makes it known to me that they will do whatever it takes to make it so I'll keep coming back. He is just a nice person and really cares. He is the exact dentist I NEEDED to make my experience better so that maybe someday I can be normal and just go to the dentist without medication or gas.
His name is Dr. Curtis Clifford.
He.is.amazing. And so is his staff. I would so totally recommend him!
I actually like him so much I took Matthew to him for his first dentist appointment too! He did really well and has perfect teeth which I hope will stay that way!
So my New Year Resolution... to get my teeth completely fixed and beautiful again so that all I need are my yearly cleanings and nothing else.
I am in the process and I hope to be done by March.
I feel so proud that I am tackling this fear even if I do have a little help from meds or gas. It makes me feel good to know that I am being taken care of and that they care for me and my teeth and not just my money.
On a different note:
Miss K had her first "major" owie....
She was running back and forth in the living room playing with Matthew and she tripped and went head first into my recliner. And of course not the soft part. She hit her forehead right smack in the middle and got a bruise right away and was of course so upset. I felt so bad for her. Then I started to worry. I called my mom who told me to call the pediatrician which I did and they told me as long as she is alert, her pupils are the same size, she's acting normal, and she's not throwing up that she is probably fine. I was worried about the bruise and they told me that its good that she bruised because it means that the blood released and is not building up pressure on her brain.
She is fine. Has a nice inch and half to 2 inch line down her forehead. Poor thing.
Anyway,
that's all for now.
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