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As I write these words, I'm on my second course of antibiotics - non-penicillin, this time - from some damn infection that I got on the left side that I don't know where the hell it came from.
I have bad luck with dentists. Not that I get butchers, but I just had a cleaning a few weeks ago, and it was the fourth or fifth time I walked out of a dentist's office actually in pain, with visible swelling, for which the dentist not only did nothing but offered a clean bill of health. And this has been with different dentists, as well. Over and over again, I've had dentists express in the most bewildered tones their confusion that all is not right with the white horses on the red hill. Over and over I've had to practically beg for additional procedures.
After a tooth had been bothering me with repeated infections for about five years (!) and had had at least three root canals performed on it (!!!), I finally pressured the dentist into just extracting the damn thing and having done with it. After he had removed it, he examined it in the pliers and said, "Ohhhhh..." having suddenly solved the mystery of why the tooth had been misfiring so repeatedly. (A previous dentist had botched a filling.) His attitude went from "You're just making it up to get attention" to "Wow, there was an actual thing" pretty quickly.
My current dentist is all right, I guess, if you pin him down. His hygienists usually handle all the cleaning and the X-rays and everything else, and he's usually in the room for a whole three or four minutes before hustling off to see someone else. This being my fourth dentist since moving to this city, I've pretty much resigned myself to a life of pain and the fact that dentists just don't listen. Good thing I have insurance. All those antibiotics would add up otherwise.
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I have bad luck with dentists. Not that I get butchers, but I just had a cleaning a few weeks ago, and it was the fourth or fifth time I walked out of a dentist's office actually in pain, with visible swelling, for which the dentist not only did nothing but offered a clean bill of health. And this has been with different dentists, as well. Over and over again, I've had dentists express in the most bewildered tones their confusion that all is not right with the white horses on the red hill. Over and over I've had to practically beg for additional procedures.
After a tooth had been bothering me with repeated infections for about five years (!) and had had at least three root canals performed on it (!!!), I finally pressured the dentist into just extracting the damn thing and having done with it. After he had removed it, he examined it in the pliers and said, "Ohhhhh..." having suddenly solved the mystery of why the tooth had been misfiring so repeatedly. (A previous dentist had botched a filling.) His attitude went from "You're just making it up to get attention" to "Wow, there was an actual thing" pretty quickly.
My current dentist is all right, I guess, if you pin him down. His hygienists usually handle all the cleaning and the X-rays and everything else, and he's usually in the room for a whole three or four minutes before hustling off to see someone else. This being my fourth dentist since moving to this city, I've pretty much resigned myself to a life of pain and the fact that dentists just don't listen. Good thing I have insurance. All those antibiotics would add up otherwise.
Love, Who?
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