It’s not a secret that I have a lot of dental issues. Although I have what the hygienist calls “excellent hygiene,” I’m plagued by cavities and have spent ridiculous amounts of money in attempting to counter the damage done. On top of that, I’ve also got a lot of dental anxiety, and I tend to metabolize the numbing agents more quickly than most people, so it’s a recipe for disaster.
I’ve been to a few dentists but the one before the one I see currently was the worst. He had no interest in dealing with my pain issues, resorting to yelling, and physically restraining me during dental work, rather than giving me the medication needed. As a result, I avoided the dentist for years, and when I finally got a new one, I needed to have work done on all quadrants, including two root canals. I also needed a mouth guard to sleep because I clench my jaw when I sleep, and learned that the hard way when one of my crowns cracked in half from the pressure. But that was years ago, and I had a few minor issues since, but nothing major.
At my last checkup, I got the bad news. I needed another crown. Reluctantly, I scheduled the appointment, queued up my iPod playlist and headphones, and grabbed a few xanax to get me through. Luckily, my dentist also uses nitrous oxide to help me deal, and this time I was able to take the right amount to actually fall asleep in the chair. I woke up about two hours in, and the procedure was nearly completed. The dental assistants were incredibly kind, but mentioned how I was snoring. Awesome. If I wasn’t already mildly sedated, I would have been more embarrassed. But I didn’t really care, and the simple fact is, if I’m out for the procedure, everyone wins. The dental team gets to do their work, and I’m not aware of what’s happening. Only after the fact did they tell me that instead of the original crown, they needed to do a root canal. So, I get to wear a yucky tasting bandage in my mouth for the next week, but hopefully the rest of the transition goes well.