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jaeclecticSpent 5-1/2 hours at the dentist this AM, or should I say AM into PM.
The visit had been estimated to be 2-1/2 hours if all went well, 4 at the most. I tried to tell the receptionist when scheduling that I thought this was too much to do in one visit. I tried again at 8 AM this morning to tell the dentist that I was concerned about doing this much in one visit. Was stressed enough about it that I started crying, which got everything off to a roaring start. But she was all medical-professional confident and reassuring and away we went.
I had been assuming that I'd be able to go into the office this afternoon.
After 4-1/2 hours of alternating between discomfort and sharp pain and not entirely successful attempts to control my swallow and gag reflexes, I was literally shaking.
At that point, I called my boss and told him I was running late and might need to take a sick day. And then proceeded to sit in the chair with tears leaking down my face, shaking, for another hour's worth of fitting temporary crowns.
At some point during all this, they handed me a pill. Between exhaustion and low blood sugar and the dose of pain medication, I was barely able to drive home.
So here I am: I've eaten some vegetable soup and smeared some goop on my dried-out lips and having vented, am about to go lie down.
I don't know which part upsets me more: the actual pain and suffering, the irrational embarrassment I feel at having to call off work... Oh wait. I do know which part upsets me most: they wouldn't listen to me.
The visit had been estimated to be 2-1/2 hours if all went well, 4 at the most. I tried to tell the receptionist when scheduling that I thought this was too much to do in one visit. I tried again at 8 AM this morning to tell the dentist that I was concerned about doing this much in one visit. Was stressed enough about it that I started crying, which got everything off to a roaring start. But she was all medical-professional confident and reassuring and away we went.
I had been assuming that I'd be able to go into the office this afternoon.
After 4-1/2 hours of alternating between discomfort and sharp pain and not entirely successful attempts to control my swallow and gag reflexes, I was literally shaking.
At that point, I called my boss and told him I was running late and might need to take a sick day. And then proceeded to sit in the chair with tears leaking down my face, shaking, for another hour's worth of fitting temporary crowns.
At some point during all this, they handed me a pill. Between exhaustion and low blood sugar and the dose of pain medication, I was barely able to drive home.
So here I am: I've eaten some vegetable soup and smeared some goop on my dried-out lips and having vented, am about to go lie down.
I don't know which part upsets me more: the actual pain and suffering, the irrational embarrassment I feel at having to call off work... Oh wait. I do know which part upsets me most: they wouldn't listen to me.