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Tapping this out from  the waiting room.

I would rather swim with sharks than spend an hour  in the chair with my nemesis Rafiq. not so lovingly nicknamed..."the butcher of bengal"

He doesn't enjoy it either. ?

Does anyone else have this phobia?

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18 minutes ago, Ken Gargett said:

i have had dentists on three continents tell me that i am the worst patient that they have ever had.

i think that sums up my feelings. 

This does not stretch the imagination...

“Shame, Dentistas, Shame!!!”

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34 minutes ago, El Presidente said:

Does anyone else have this phobia?

So it wasn't a phobia,  until I actually visited one, but Chiropodists!

I played lots of rugby, and my first doctor decided to plunge a scalpel into one of my big toes,  before asking me if I had lost sensation.  My Mother (who was there) scorned me for calling him a "**pid **th**r*****r",  As I still had full sensation, and I thought he was trying to cut my toes off.         He was either drunk or insane

Anyway fast froward 5yrs.  I end up with bad feet again from the scrum machine, but left it far too long from traumatic experience from psycho chiropodists. 

My toe looked like an infected bratwurst.  The doctor said to me," ok let's have a look"  (the shoes comes off)  "O.............K!??  "WOW! no problem lets see what we can do"

10 seconds later (with me clenching me teeth, looking out the window)  the Chiropodist says "I hope you don't have anything",  I look over to him,.       My infected toe had exploded puss all over his face............. poor bugger!.

He finished up, and not another word was spoken apart from me....................as I walked out the door...."Sorry"

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1 hour ago, El Presidente said:

Tapping this out from  the waiting room.

I would rather swim with sharks than spend an hour  in the chair with my nemesis Rafiq. not so lovingly nicknamed..."the butcher of bengal"

He doesn't enjoy it either. ?

Does anyone else have this phobia?

find yourself a busty hygienist really helps calms the nerves and removes all phobias! hahaa ? 

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7 minutes ago, benfica_77 said:

find yourself a busty hygienist really helps calms the nerves and removes all phobias! hahaa ? 

But then you have that awkward "construction zone" going on down south.

And besides, it may not be a DAA.

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The worst is when they say, "oh don't worry, relax and close your eyes your going to feel a little "prick" in your mouth". Dentist humor, always funny. 

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2 hours ago, 99call said:

So it wasn't a phobia,  until I actually visited one, but Chiropodists!

I played lots of rugby, and my first doctor decided to plunge a scalpel into one of my big toes,  before asking me if I had lost sensation.  My Mother (who was there) scorned me for calling him a "**pid **th**r*****r",  As I still had full sensation, and I thought he was trying to cut my toes off.         He was either drunk or insane

Anyway fast froward 5yrs.  I end up with bad feet again from the scrum machine, but left it far too long from traumatic experience from psycho chiropodists. 

My toe looked like an infected bratwurst.  The doctor said to me," ok let's have a look"  (the shoes comes off)  "O.............K!??  "WOW! no problem lets see what we can do"

10 seconds later (with me clenching me teeth, looking out the window)  the Chiropodist says "I hope you don't have anything",  I look over to him,.       My infected toe had exploded puss all over his face............. poor bugger!.

He finished up, and not another word was spoken apart from me....................as I walked out the door...."Sorry"

i can match that. stomach exploded open - not far short of 'alien' - with peritonitis/gangrene and green muck and bile and lord knows what all over a friend's parents' new carpet in toronto. they had kindly taken me in after a burst appendix while travelling. after a couple of weeks, hospital released me and off i went to stay with them, only for it to blow up again while with these friends. no amount of wine can say sorry for that. 

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2 minutes ago, Ken Gargett said:

i can match that. stomach exploded open - not far short of 'alien' - with peritonitis/gangrene and green muck and bile and lord knows what all over a friend's parents' new carpet in toronto. they had kindly taken me in after a burst appendix while travelling. after a couple of weeks, hospital released me and off i went to stay with them, only for it to blow up again while with these friends. no amount of wine can say sorry for that. 

I agree Ken,  for some things no amount of kindness will ever sooth the ills off the historic indiscrctions.     You just have to draw a live under it and go "oh well!"

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I've had dental problems needing expensive maintenance ever since I slipped on the ice and fell face first into a building. When I moved it was a pain trying to find a decent dentest that wouldn't keep trying to refer me to a specialist. I'd go see a specialist and pay them $600 for a 10min poke around and tell me what I already know. I had a root canal done once in Lincoln Nebraska at a VA hospital where a young endo specialist performed it. 2-3 years later I find I have an absess in that root canal and need an endo specialist. I'm living 500 miles away in a different city and who's the endo specialist I get referred to and the only one available on an emergency basis? Same Guy!.

I finally found one that had an awesome hygenist. She was one of those rare ones that would go to numb you up and your waiting for the jab and you never feel it and she just put enough in and knew where to place it so your face doesn't feel like it's missing for 5 hours after. She eventually resigned in favor of staying home and raising her children. The hygenist they have now is the opposite. She's like the daughter of the Dentist Steve Martin played in LIttle Shop of Horrors.  Aside from the pain and the pleasure she take in dishing it out, she is always trying to upsell me into processes to drop $17k after insurance for a temporary fix. Likes to talk, talk talk talk talk. Think I'm going to goto Mexico or Columbia like a couple friends did. They said they were far better than their dentists they had and 1/10th the price. 

 

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Rob. I'm not trying to justify your fears, I'm just writing words...

I had all four front top-front teeth knocked out. They literally exploded in a collision. I was in the Emergency Room and watched them pick pieces of exploded teeth from my gums. I watched (and very much felt) them rip a nerve ending out of my gum with a tool that could only be used as a torture device. It took 15 months to get my permanent teeth, and that is when they used a drill to file them down to nubs that would fit my bridge. I was 10 when that happened. Next time we're on zoom I can show you these puppies.

Age 12: wisdom teeth colliding.Had to do this while awake as well. At age 12 your wisdom are still under your gums. So Dr. Sadistic sliced my gums open and stuck needle nose pliers (i dont know), in my raw bleeding gums to grab non-visible teeth embedded in my jaw.. It actually was not bad. What was bad was he cut one to far down, and hit a nerve. Guess what I got to see again? YUP, old torture grabbers to rip out my nerve. You know how a sewing machine works? that is what these are. They are needle that go into a concave hole (sexy), but in the form of plies which the they pull out with violent force.

Here in America, dentists also make tons of money of insurance companies. My dentist at 22 was also the dentist of my two cousins Age 12 and 14 at the time).. This dentist said their cavities are so bad that they needed a root canal. A 12 and 14 year old. I know these kids brush their teeth twice a day, because I was living in the same house at the time and going to college/university. He gave them root canals and did so bad that the crown kept falling off. I looked up how much dentists make from root canals and  if you're paying out of pocket, they have less incentive because it is cheap, if they can charge you insurance company prices go up nearly 200% and they have incentive to drill healthy teeth. There is no way a 12 year old needed a root canal. That boy is now 32 and has more pain in that tooth than a woodchuck humping a tree stump.

I go because the wife makes me... If it wasn't for her I'd probably have 1930's British teeth. I still don't trust them.

 

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    *BOY, WHAT A TOPIC!! You talk about somebody terrified of the dentist.  Because every time I would visit they'd all say, "You need a root canal: You need a root canal - Root Canal; Root Canal: Root Canal!"  And I had kept declaring again and again: I would rather go skinny dipping in the Bermuda Triangle than get a root canal: I would rather betray Michael Corleone than get a root canal: I would rather book a two week stay in Room 1408 than get a root canal:  I would rather pour Worchestershire  sauce all over myself and then go on a date with Hannibal Lechter than get a root canal...  And then, after YEARS of stalling and waiting...nearly being ready to camp on the front door of the dentist's office at 6am waiting for his doors to open because of the pain I was in...I - got - 5 (FIVE) Root Canals.  I was THAT stuffed up.  He was my brother's dentist and he referred me to him.  I told him, "You must be one Hell of a man to talk ME into getting a root canal" and of course I had to go back again and again to get the rest done.  So I'm in reasonably "better" shape now thanks to that patient, patient man.  He told me later that I'd asked so many questions he was about ready to kick me out of his office, himself!  I'm the kind of person who'll be saying "YEAH! YEAH! I can feel it! I feel it" as he was approaching and he'll be saying, "I haven't even touched ya yet!"  That's me.  At the dentist's office. I've probably got all of y'all beat as far as terror of the dentist. 

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i remember when i needed to get the wisdom teeth done, i planned it for the monday morning of a west indies v australia test. the idea being, get all four ripped out, come home and have two/three days recovering in front of the cricket.

perfect plan except someone idiot had convinced me local anesthetic only. they assured me that if you are awake, they are much more careful with how they do it all. and do all four at once. 

the sound of the guy snapping and ripping my teeth was bad enough (in fairness, he was the leading orthodontist at the time and i am sure he did his absolute best) but turns out one had its root hook around a serious nerve and getting it out created havoc.

anyway, got home. all good. no rush for painkillers, mum, only when you are going out. 30 minutes later, screaming and tears. agony. begging for death first and then every painkiller ever made. i spent three days in bed in massive pain, jaw swollen. horrendous. and the west indies knocked us off in two and half days so when i did start to recover, the cricket was all over. so so so not happy. 

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